A Conversation within a Conversation | Flash Post 399
Button, seeing two pairs of completely different types of footwear lying side by side got me thinking about doing an interesting conversation between the two.
Fear | Flash Post 398
Button, the current lockdown reminded me of the times my paternal grandmother, Surobala, tucked me and my younger sister in bed every night saying that the Bargis were on their way to get us if we didn’t fall asleep soon enough.
Ticking Hearts | Flash Post 397
Button, being quarantined for over a month already because of the virus that’s taken over lives round the world, my tête-à-tête with plants, crows, stray dogs and cats, bees and butterflies, even creepy crawlies, has increased many fold.
It Goes by the Name of Covid 19 | Flash Post 396
Button, this is what Macbeth says after hearing of Lady Macbeth’s demise:
Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
“Corona” Virus | Flash Post 395
I chanced upon our extended family consisting of Messi and our four-legged lovelies sprawled in the living room, post lunch, talking amongst themselves with a look of bewilderment on their faces.
A Sad Game | Flash Post 394
Button, the clip that did the rounds on social and print media and television of a beautiful three-year old Syrian child ensconced on her father’s lap laughing out loud and clapping her hands in joy caught my attention but the real story was far from it.
That Thing Called Love | Flash Post 393
In 1931, King Edward Vlll met and fell in love with a common American socialite, Wallis Simpson. However, when his marriage met with opposition from the royals, he gave up his throne for her.
Lessons in Disguise | Flash Post 392
Button, one of the many advices my father-in-law gave me was to count my blessings one by one and it’s one of the wisest lessons he left behind.
In Pursuit of Perfection | Flash Post 391
Button, when I dived headlong into depression, I was told it was because of my obsession to do everything perfectly, without a fault.
Peek-A-Boo—I See You | Flash Post 390
Button, I captured a visual of what seemed like a game between the sun and a decades-old peepul tree just outside the bay windows of our walk-in closet.