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(i’m)Patience
impatience, i christen my child as she warbles words withoutpause, eating mine in mid-flow, blinking away apprehension in casually caustic, daughterly confidence-over affection eternal. too used, is she to the shade of maternal fondness, unthinking, instinctive and irritatingly forgetful of … Continue reading
Spindrift
Spindrift said she of the colour of her uniform, saying the pale blue permitted greying like no other hue. that was her day-dress too, even on those holidays few, when she came over tagging her mother, lending a helping hand, … Continue reading
Baby’s world
my eyelids had refused to come unstuck and sleep the night before, even as i coaxed her to sleep, with an out-of-tune lullaby, my baby, about to start school, her first shaky step into her own world, of wail and … Continue reading
Posted in emotions, friendship, poetry, relationships, time, woman
Tagged baby, being, chat, childhood, coax, daughter, depend, dress, fashion, friend, grow, grow up, her world, iron, life, lisp, lullaby, mother, out of tune, pace, relate, relive, school, share, style, talk, tango, time, waltz, with you, world
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Growing up
She fidgeted and kept fingering the crimps in her baby pink top; every few seconds, she’d leap up and blow another kiss out the window. As the bus started pulling away from the kerb, she leant out and blew one … Continue reading
Posted in 55 fiction, relationships
Tagged assumptions, baby, child, distraction, duality, duty, guilt, mother, work, working mother
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Daughter
She sounded warm enough But why did I feel like I was walking on egg- shells, like the ones we used to pick on the sea-shore, her hand pressed into mine, in one grip-for-a-life- time, o, why did you have … Continue reading
Posted in daughter, poetry, relationships
Tagged age, child, coldness, daughter, friendship, generation gap, kinship, life, love, memories, mother, past, relationships, time, understanding
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Slip-pers
Theirs was a casual friendship- one made over bread and biscuits and a chip here and there. They never made dates and yet, were always glad to see each other. One day, one confidently told the other- “Get me slippers … Continue reading
Posted in 55 fiction, friendship
Tagged adopt, biscuits, casual friendship, child, company, didi didi, girl, help, love, mother, orphan, poverty, relationship, save, slippers, surrogate, trust
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Softly, o soft(l)y
Fragile. Delicate. Precious. Such were the words he inspired in those who came across him; he never deliberately ‘came’ across’ anyone. But then, he fell for the porcelain skin, the delicate features, the innocent smile. He looked forward to running into Angel-face … Continue reading
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Tagged angel face, baby, beauty, child, delicate, family, father, fragile, gummy smile, happiness, innocent smile, kind, life, liking, love, mother, porcelain skin, shyness, silky hair, vava
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The Little Master
He had murder in his eyes. He brandished the cane and she quivered involuntarily. She waited for his thunderous shouts and the threatening swishes of the cane that were sure to follow. “I shall teach you a lesson” said he … Continue reading
