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A Balance Called Life

It is always the eyes that you notice first in a person. That was what he noticed about her. Her eyes, the pain in them hidden by a conjured up calm- false and fake. A woman who had put up a fight with grief,…

The Park and The Girl

As she lay on her fluffy pink bed, she felt happy, content, even a bit ecstatic. She had gone to the big park today. She had plucked flowers, zoomed down on the slide, hopped onto a see-saw. But it was the swing she had…

The Writing on the Wall

A bullet zipped passed the soldier as he threw himself against the broken wall – just another holding up an already ruined town – seeking refuge that he knew would be short, temporary. It was then he saw the writing, faded by the suffering…

The New Girl

He threaded his way through cubicles,which looked as tired and worn as their owners, making his way to the water cooler. “Did you see the new girl in accounts”, a colleague whose name he did not remember stopped him. ” Over there, near the…

Democracy

Sundays

My sleeping baby

As I look at my sleeping baby, I m awestruck, yet again -at her beauty, at life and at being the person I have become. I was a career woman and someday maybe I will resume being one, maybe  I will learn to re-love…