They won’t let railways alone, those yellow flowers. They’re that remorseless joy of dereliction darkest banks exhale like vivid breath as bricks divide to let them root between. How every falling place convoys their smile, taking what’s left and making a song of it. Anne Stevenson (b. 1933) Advertisements
It is a grammar rule that a sentence can end with only one terminal punctuation mark. So, it can be a period (.), a question mark (?) or an exclamation mark (!). I admit there are times when I want to use both the question mark and the exclamation mark after a sentence. I would… Continue reading My Punctuation Quirks
Posted for Mundane Monday Challenge
What happens when you commit to something? What happens when you follow it through with passion and conviction? What happens when you write every day? In short, what happens when you participate in Nablopomo, and reach the end and have a ‘I Did It’ post to write? A few things happen: Commitment itself is reward.… Continue reading Day 30 of Nablopomo
Thank You. Big words. Sometimes, so oft repeated that they lose their meaning and relevance. But said at the right time (or even late) and with sincerity, they can warm someone’s heart… and a few months of winter. I am grateful to Daily Post for providing me this opportunity to express my appreciation to all… Continue reading Thank You All
I had just finished taking shots of a metallic staircase for the Weekly Photo theme, Angular, when I looked up and saw the edge of this building. Juxtaposed with the clear blue sky, the tree and the criss crossing wires, this looked a better picture.
A Matryoshka doll is a set of wooden dolls of decreasing size placed one inside the other.
This doll of mine stays in a satin pouch most of the time, so treasured it is. It was a gift from my Russian teacher and it reminds me of the good times, when I was learning Russian, of the great friends I had and the idealism of the youth.
After the fall of the USSR, all things Russian were neglected in India, where before, even learning the language was encouraged. Now, with all funding of the institute I was studying at gone (Dr A V Baliga Institute of Russian Studies, Bhopal, India), a band of young students and professionals tried to do everything to save the language.
The doll signifies courage and persistence to me of those handful of people.