Twenty- five Seven

Sweat

April 22, 2015

When I began this challenge I thought the words would pour out my mind easily after all I am one of those people who is never at a loss for words. Strangely, though as the end is nearing , inspiration seems to be slowly vanishing. Is it something to do with burnout or is something to do with the unbearable heat?

S is for the beads of sweat that collect on my forehead the moment I step out of my bath in the summer.

S is for the rivulets of sweat that run down my back in the middle of the day.

S is for the damp film of sweat that covers my face when I stretch out my muscles in my yoga pose.

S is for the sweat that collects between my toes when I go for a walk by the sea.

S is for the sweat that I break into when I think of jumping off a cliff.

S is for the sweat spent in hours of study all through my childhood and the years spent in growing up.

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Dog Days

April 22, 2015

Day Twelve: Dark Clouds on the (Virtual) Horizon

Today’s Prompt: Write a post inspired by a real-world conversation.

Today’s twist: include an element of foreshadowing in the beginning of your post.

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There was a shuffle of feet as the lift slowed down as it approached the tenth floor. We all moved a bit closer to one another, making room for the new person to get in.

A young girl all of thirteen got inside cradling a blanket in her arms. Instinctively, she held the bundle closer to her and gave a tight smile.

“Oh Hi Nikita. How are you?” said Mrs. Paul, the busybody from the twentieth floor who knew everyone in the building and made it a point to speak to them all. “So what have you got there?” she inquired.

“Nothing really” mumbled the girl and shushed the little creature in the blanket.

” Nothing? That looks like one cute little pup!”

” Yes aunty, ” sighed the girl in resignation. She was tense that the puppy would mess up the lift and wanted to get to the ground floor as quickly as possible.

“So you finally got your wish didn’t you?”

“Yes, but mum’s not too happy. The puppy has been around for just 24 hours and she’s already grumbling about how much work it is.”

“Well, I suppose she’s right in a way. And these days the servants aren’t always willing to do the dog’s work.”

The lift slowed down again as it reached the ground floor. Nikita made a dash for the garden as soon as the door opened. Mrs. Paul made a general remark to all of us who were slowly getting out of the lift.

“I wonder how long that dog will last.”
R is for Rain

April 21, 2015

There are just nine more letters to go and funnily enough I’m actually stuck. What does R remind me of? Right now all I can think of is RAIN.

When the temperature is hot and the sun beats down

And rivulets of sweat go down your back

When the air is filled with a stillness

That makes it hard to keep your eyes open.

All I can wish for is the RAIN.

A soft gentle shower that makes the earth damp

That quenches the thirst of the parched soil

The rain that will wash the dirt off the leaves

Making them green and squeaky clean

The first showers of that make the cars skid

in the slush that is formed with the dust on the road.

The rain that brings forth peaches and apricots

and ripe red cherries from the valleys of Kashmir.

But I look up and see a sky

That’s still blue

With nary a hint of a rain cloud in sight.

There are over a 1000 bloggers from all over the world participating in this challenge. Do pop in and see what the others are writing. It’s amazing and fascinating to discover how people’s minds work and how the same prompt can inspire different thoughts.

Sweat

Dog Days

Day Twelve: Dark Clouds on the (Virtual) Horizon

R is for Rain