The photographer’s ways would be such a slow boat to China, that she would lose the patience with her own smile. She would wonder why growing up meant preserving smiles in the frames.


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His advent in my life, was lucky for me. Had ‘known’ him for a few days, and it was as if my life was on a roll.

I sat like a Cheshire cat, basking in his wide-eyed appreciation of my presence. Stealing some furtive glances of the very elegant him, I was severely conscious of myself and my paraphernalia – it was after all our first formal meeting.

I remember his shyness, as he would look away every time, we would get into a conversation – his lowered eyes, resting occasionally on me – which at other times, were fixed on me.

 I remember the flutter in my heart, the slight shiver of hands,  that I smarted with concealing gestures. I wanted this man.

I remember getting up from the table, noticing a goddess of beauty, sitting near our table. His devoted attention despite such distraction –Oh! I loved this man.

Love! What a feeling… We kept in touch.

I was later told of his being squint-eyed. A quick revisit to the scene and the stars in my eyes were the stones that were hurting!

But like they say, you do grow up (and out) with time!


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I’m a sanctuary of nomadic beliefs and ideologies, grounding as a destiny’s child, but willing to take off anytime.

She would’ve said, that I was a zilch.

But she knows, I exist still !


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The temple of keys

Photo Prompt

The Capital of Azbec, was under attack. The king paid his daily obeisance at the temple of the keys. He would say that the keys were a gift from God. They would find their way to the treasure, when his kingdom was at its brink. The treasure would strengthen them with money, men, food or warfare – of divine capacities – and Azbec,  would not succumb.

It was fabled that once upon a time, when the capital was under a siege, the keys had commanded the then king, to be taken to a cellar and unlock it with them. It was swarming with armies which swung into action. The blitz pronounced into a victory, and the armies and the cellar vanished without a trace.

Since the attack, there had been no signs from the keys. So, it was known that the city would win its war, as it wasn’t the need yet.

Azbec,  won the war.

It is said that it was a royal secret, passed down through the generations of rulers of Azbec – to never let it out – that the keys were genuine, but the fable was not.


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