If we were having coffee… I would exclaim at your changed appearance. I would notice that now you wear your hair longer and your dresses shorter. Your pudgy hands would be clammy still and you would rock back and forth in your chair in intense concentration, losing yourself in the conversation we should have had… Continue reading Some Coffee?
My contribution to Becca’s weekly photo challenge Sunday Trees.
There are two kinds of people : the ones who make lists for everything and the ones who abhor list making. I firmly belong to category one. I feel that lists are made not just by type As but by perfectly normal procrastinators as well. List making is in fact an art form. There is plenty of poetry… Continue reading Let Me Count the Ways
Trees as sentinels.
red plush a rip in the fabric of the seat the white foam a sharp contrast like a tear stained visage What are small stones? A small stone is a short piece of writing (any style) that precisely captures a fully-engaged moment for you. The process of discovering small stones is as significant as the… Continue reading Small Stones (6)- Sofa
The whiff of cool winter mornings the rasp of a scratchy scarf sunlight dancing on the leaves delighted squeals bittersweet beginnings explode in memories when I look at the frame on the wall What are small stones? A small stone is a short piece of writing (any style) that precisely captures a fully-engaged moment for… Continue reading Small Stones (5)- Memories
“The doors we open and close each day decide the lives we live.”
Posted for the Mundane Monday Challenge.