'He will be here, his letter said so.' Maduram said. Sindhu, the station master observed Maduram sceptically. Madhuram was old, looked frail, he should not be out on a cold night without any warm clothes. His threadbare kurti and lungi could scarcely provide warmth, his shawl looked older than Madhuram. Regardless Maduram was here waiting for an … Continue reading Fiction: Waiting for a Train
Inspired by a recent Meetup I just went to & today's Daily Prompt challenge: Obvious. I decided to try poetry for the day. Trying too hard you say, Mockery spurns away. Why is this such a bad thing? Everyone wants to fit in. It is easy for many to find their places, others struggle … Continue reading Poem: Trying too Hard (NZ National Poetry Day 2016)
In recent times, privilege has been branded as a word to describe to Whites. The use of the word is many a times justified, but I am not the judge of that. I am not perceptive enough to pick out subtle race differences, to spot the minorities. I am not writing a post about racism, … Continue reading Privilege
If we are having coffee, I would tell you that coffee shares are surprisingly simple and difficult at the same time. How much am I supposed to share? Am I just supposed to gloss over stuff, or dive into my feelings as I do in many of my posts. I would tell you that I … Continue reading Weekend Coffee Share: Househunting again
(I saw this on Facebook and I had to write on this!) John could see the train coming in the tunnel, the beacon becoming brighter. Newmarket train Station in Auckland was extremely crowded. Considering the station had every line passing through it, it meant it was as important as Britomart Transport Centre. However, John had this … Continue reading Fiction: Characters in Bookworld?