[Continued from Sleeping Giant (I) and Sleeping Giant (II)] Through the ages, people over the world have recognized and used my power. People have learned to silence the conscious mind (Noisy Little Brother- NLB) and to let me, the subconscious mind, take the reins. They have allowed the true master rule over one who was […]
Dagny
Sleeping Giant (II)
Continued from Sleeping Giant (I) Perhaps you are you are ready to learn how to awaken the giant who slumbers within you. But then again, perhaps you are looking for more proof. Proof that the power I say I have, I really have. Proof that other people have learned how to harness my power and […]
Sleeping Giant (I)
Hey there..! Did I startle you..? I am sorry, I guess I must have. I am not sorry I came knocking though. I needed to talk to you, its about time. Do I sound a mite peeved? Hmm… I suppose I must. Not that I will apologize for it. You are not in the position […]
Square Pegs
Once upon a time there was a square peg. He didn’t become square, he was born square. Something like having smoke blue eyes, six toes in your right foot or chestnut colored hair. It is a given, right..? The blue eyed one didn’t go shopping and say, “Oh, I like this shade of blue. I’ll […]
A Precious Conch Shell
That conch shell..? It is precious to me I picked it up One sunny morn When all the world lay lost In a lazy, lazy slumber. Alone was I, abroad, that sunny morn There, by the ocean’s edge The waves swirling Around my feet Coaxing me, Luring me I looked at the sun […]
Green- 55 Fiction
GREEN They flocked around him like a bunch of cackling hens. In two days, my handsome good looks had paled into insignificance next to his passionately brooding maleness. The girls went to him like bees to a pot of honey. The pansy…!!! Sensuously, pleasurably, longingly, fingers crushed the luxuriant blossom, purple juice seeping into the […]
A Survivor’s Manual
Wounds that drip blood are colorful. Their bloodless counterparts, though more painful, are boring. They have no drama value. I am talking of the wounds we suffer inside. The bruises of the mind, the lacerations of the heart and the battering of the soul. The wounds on our non-physical persona are invisible. They throb with […]
Trimming The Roses
Medini paced pensively in her garden. She had her cell-phone earplugs jammed in her ears while her thinking music looped over and over. Head bowed she paced, now her steps rapid, now slow. Her feet kept in faultless sync with the movement and intensity of thoughts that tumbled over themselves in her head. It was […]
The Hulchul
Lover of English Language Irrepressible. That’s the first word that comes into my mind when I think of her. Utterly… impossibly… irrepressible. Where do I start..? I know you will call me audaciously ambitious and you will not be wrong. But I will try still, to hold a tornado in the palm of my hand…. […]
No Frog Soup
I no longer know how to address you, so am leaving it blank, although this is a letter. By the time you receive this, I will have left the country. Where I am going is not relevant- not any more. No matter where I go though, you’ll go with me. And I’ll stay with you… […]