There is a small mirror in each person’s pocket. You can always gaze into it in case you ever forget who you are, who you are supposed to be, or how you are meant to talk and walk. It will dictate who to become. Thus, at every second, you can act precisely according to its …
Some people are not meant to be a juggler, while there are some who live their lives as a master of all skills. Some not defining the worth of anything, and others carrying the abundance of everything within them. The strong, roaring waves of a beach strike the rocks with a bang, but the silence …
The leaves are the most beautiful shade of green because it is the peak of spring, so everything is at its finest. The lush carpet of grass, living and breathing, draping this mountain hill, wrapping the giant beneath its warmth. And the colorful flower beds at the bottom of the small hill, as if the …
Bake. Bake a cake. This is the main thing listed on her to-do list for the day, and so she is here in the kitchen, all smitten with flour on her face and bowl in hands. In a kitchen where she can’t place where things are kept, can’t figure out why the beater isn’t quite …
He is looking for a key. He does remember its design, silver in color, rusted. He remembers how sometimes he really had to twist it with force to open the lock. Right now, he is in search of that key, because he has a box to be opened. And it won’t be wrong to say …
He was home on time. When he reached home, it was all dark, the lights were all off, and it was dimly lit by the streetlights and the neighbours lights. So the first thing he did was switch on all the lights and put his bag down, but then he immediately turned them off. Then …
Not all five fingers are of the same length, and even though I had never believed in palm reading, when I read some scientific evidence, my belief was affirmed that it is not in the lines of the hands at all. What really is on the hand is the dirt. For some people, money really …
This article arrived quite late in my pipeline, but as it suits the season, especially this season, here it is. I don’t know what winter is associated with for everybody, but for us, it is specifically, singularly, almost religiously associated with one activity more than any other. This article is very much regional, very much …
Winters are often remembered for long nights, heavy air, fog-laden darkness, and the misty marks they leave upon the thoughts of many thinkers, I think. They become the season of longing for hopeless romantics. Suddenly everyone seems to be on a bench in the dark woods. Alone. Searching for something, watching the road for a …
When a car travels down the road, it appears to race forward, with its wet tires becoming more noticeable on the rough surface. When a typhoon approaches a community, fear settles in long before the first winds arrive and lingers even after the storm has passed. Its aftermath is written across the city. Shattered walls, …