MayShortReads14: Family Secrets
A short story about the truth behind the peaceful family.
Navigating complex emotions of jealousy, ambition, insecurity, joy, fear, peace, anger, happiness, betrayal, contentment, disappointment, love.
A short story about the truth behind the peaceful family.
Turena wipes the wood-top desk and arranges the white sheet over it. It’s impractical, she has been told, but that’s what an architect would think. No artist would deny the magic of a white surface, the dichotomy of blank or plain, the lure of bleeding the pristine. Funnily enough, that…
Dance, dance with meSwing me out of secretsReel me into your criesSpin me over conversationsTo meet under shared laughter Dance with me.
Cliches, clichés. Cliches are the cliché of every woman’s life. Our worlds are constructed on set-in-stone clichés. Even transitions are clichéd, at specific times, in defined ways. You know what the biggest cliché of an empowered, modern woman’s life is? “Love yourself.” Nobody tells you how this is to happen,…
“Flowers and chocolate. Jewellery is always welcome, of course. And don’t be shy of perfumes.” Sheena announced. A grunt was all she got for her airy declarations, before Ajit turned to the waiter. Sheena slumped back in her seat, downcast. Maybe talking about jewelery and perfume was a bit much….
Going solo is a constant journey of self-discovery. I started mine with a movie ticket for one. A friend said she’d never do that. Then she surprised me.
You never quite realize how much you live under fear until you break free of it. I am not scared of anybody.
I think a lot of women are programmed to play Florence Nightingale. That’s why the idea of the tormented, disturbed man fascinates so many of us. It’s a cringe-worthy but true fact that the protagonist of the bestselling ‘Fifty Shades of Grey‘ is nothing more than a self-obsessed, abusive, damaged…
Just some home truths about sex. It’s open to a wide variety of interpretations. It could be a lot of things. There are things that do not belong with sex.
It’s a curious thing that in our bid for perfection, we lose the essence of beauty. I must have been ten or eleven when I first got into a swimming pool. Along with a bunch of other kids the same age, I learnt to splash and swim and not fear…