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Wild Imagination: March 2014
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Sunday, March 9, 2014. Beats in her heart. Of a girl from her past. She weaves a dream. From that sunny laugh. And keeps it in a raindrop. Which is a part of a song. When she trips and falls. When she is pushed. Up against the wall. She finds this song. And hums the tune. The sun in June. As the raindrops sing. Beauty and the BEast. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Beauty and the BEast. Pit Stop for Imaginative fuel. Is the govt wrong in trying to mould a criminal into a society worthy person?
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Wild Imagination: November 2010
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Saturday, November 6, 2010. La Belle et la Bête. He called out as a silken touch on the back of his neck brought him out of his trance like state. I am so sorry". This was a woman in a black, off shoulder gown who was dressed up as a vampire. It's ok" He muttered as she floated away towards the bar. Would you mind terribly if I shared the table with you? Again the same girl. "There is no table which is vacant, and since you seem to be alone." She trailed off. It would be a pleasure" He somehow stammered.
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Wild Imagination: Monsters and Battles
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Saturday, September 27, 2014. 8220;The world is full of monsters, darling,” he smiled as he tucked his three year old daughter under her soft Winnie-the-Pooh blanket. 8220;What kind of monsters? They hide inside of people. They hide inside of the nicest of people. And when nobody is watching; they come out. Unannounced. Unsuspected. Which is what makes it so difficult to fight them. More than half the time you don’t even know who you are fighting and why.”. 8220;I don’t like the really really bad m...
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Wild Imagination: Friendship Request
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Tuesday, September 2, 2014. On days like these; she hated the internet. She knew she ought to do something more worthwhile but all she really managed to do was scroll lamely down her FB Timeline. Some newlyweds had posted pictures of their perfect honeymoon. If their honeymoon was so perfect, they wouldn’t be spending time putting pictures on FB! Scroll to the next update. Birthday. To wish or not to wish? Not more baby pictures! And this was so not the baby’s fault! A friend’s request. Curious she explo...
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Wild Imagination: August 2010
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Friday, August 27, 2010. 8220;How could I forget? 8221; He mumbled as grabbed his jacket and draped it over his white T-shirt. “Croissants on anniversary day! 8221; He walked the brief five hundred meters to the bakery at a brisk pace. He hated croissants. Not that it had ever mattered. She loved warm croissants with the butter still melting on their glazed surfaces. So croissants it had been for every anniversary breakfast. Finally on the eighth day he had asked, “Are you new around here? 8221; she asked.
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Wild Imagination: June 2013
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Monday, June 17, 2013. And then it rained! 8220;You have been pushing this for long,” She threw her hands in the air in exasperation. “It is your birthday party you know! 8221; Even a deaf man could not miss her emphasis on ‘is’. When she received no reply, she took in a deep breath. “Ten minutes,” she announced. “I can keep them entertained without you for ten minutes. Tops! After that they want to be with you. They are here for you. You have no right to deny them that! She swirled the glass in her wine...
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Wild Imagination: June 2011
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Wednesday, June 1, 2011. 8220;Good Lord Anamika! 8221; Sejal screeched in mock horror, “since when did you start liking that awful shade of blue? 8220;It used to be my favorite color you know,” she said suddenly, startling Sejal out of the menu. “Back when Rishabh and I were dating; powder blue used to be my favorite color,” she smiled. Tears gathered at the corner of her eyes and she forced her smile wider in an attempt to cover them up. 8220;Uhuh,” Sejal nodded. “That’s bull shit! 8220;That sounds like...
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Wild Imagination: March 2011
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Wednesday, March 16, 2011. Black curls. Damn those black curls! In many ways she was. No other woman had made him feel like this. No other woman had generated any emotion in him whatsoever. They had been willing means to an end. The biology of the human existence making some moments of life a little more bearable than the rest. She defied science. Science would set a throbbing between his legs, she made his heart thud in his ears. Was he in love? Beauty and the BEast. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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Wild Imagination: February 2014
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Wednesday, February 12, 2014. With colors of rage. I paint the day. The dark of the night. I see you stare. Why I feel this way. With a soft whisper. And a cold kiss. With a warm hug. Than any other shade. It dulls the rage. It kills the fear. It paints a new dream. As a part of the Poets of the Page Mini Challenge - Day 2. Beauty and the BEast. Words lost in moments. A hope they find their way. To the rusting stop. By the sunset strip. Where dreams still await. Beauty and the BEast. Beauty and the BEast.
