Ballad
A ballad for the one who shines a light in my mind. And on my path.
A 55 word tale about kissing.
When I was a kid I loved sparrows. I wouldn’t say all nature as that’s plants and birds. Not all birds. Not crows…I still hate them…there’s an annoying one (or several perhaps…damn they all look the same!) that serenades me at my window at exactly 7 a.m. on a Sunday…
We survive. We hurt. We thrive. It’s all in a day’s work on a Mumbai train.
A 55 word story about interactions and fair play.
Is ‘attention-seeking’ a bad thing? What about when it is weaponised? And if it’s the only way to get justice? Would you still pursue attention?
My latest fascination is for the Botswana of Mma.Precious Ramotswe. I’m talking about the main character of ‘The No.1 Ladies’ Detective Agency‘ and her world. There are those who write well, there are tales that make you think. Alexander McCall achieves both with his series about a proud African lady…
Now I see what Kafka meant. (Click to enlarge)
Call them a bad design feature or call them bait, what do you think?
Answer just what your heart prompts you. And what the hell is that supposed to mean? That’s supposed to be a fortune, is it???? Sounds like a scrap left behind by one of those sidey characters who have film stars pics on their profiles. Once I had a scrap from…