Tina absently tapped on the wet car window with her left hand while her right busily tapped on her IPhone watching the mad dance of the Bitcoin trading.
Month: December 2017
Mikey stared at the makeshift cocoon of POP bones that had been assembled together in the same structural bent as the wall graffiti. He had been warned off from befouling the wall, the first time he had started painting. The finished painting had stunned the watchman of the under-construction sub-way and all his loiterer pals. The mocks of an itsy-bitsy nine year old had vanished.
The refurbished fort reeked of modernity and quiet elegance. Rittu looked at it in wonder. The transformation from an old crumbling facade to this temple of glass and stone had been dramatic. Her thoughts flew back to the olden days when she had frolicked undisturbed here with Chimpu.
I still distinctly remember the millennial year, 2000, for two reasons. One, that was the year I finished my Class X, with distinction. I still remember the anxiety wracked summer months while awaiting the CBSE board results, intermittently laced with the inevitable humour of the tall tales spun by fellow-students of their equally dubious forthcoming results. Two, that was the first time I spent considered time in a cyber café familiarising myself with the Internet and its then latest phenomenon, Google.
Queen Lucy looked at the bright orb. She knew this mauve orb decked in black had an important connotation but couldn’t remember what. She heard the hoofbeats of Willard, her brother, the High King’s horse close by.
The March hare and the hatter wandered through the maze, careful not to be seen by the restless humans in their aimless wanderings. To find Alice, they must risk it all. A sojourn through this strange world devoid of muchness and it seems all things starting “M”.
And then Donnie Frump had to go and win the election. Poor Gallary Tintin!
The beauty of Belle, the goodness of Cinderella, the bravery of Hansel and Gretel, the curiosity of Rapunzel and even the naughtiness of Noddy are all traits that were at once the cause of their incarceration as well as the means of their salvation. The scintillating hope that is the undercurrent of almost every fairy tale – the hope of redemption, the hope that good can conquer evil and finally, the hope that the world can indeed be a beautiful place.
A visit to remember. How far are you willing to travel to satisfy the desires of your heart? Read on and prepare to be surprised at the ending.
Read this excellent guest post by Akshata on how women empowerment matters no matter the age.