Look at those birds on those wires. Won’t they get hurt by the current coursing through them? No, they won’t. Why not? They are not grounded! What do you mean? See, they have no earth contact. So…? Power passes freely through them . If not…? It will burn them on its way down. Hmmm… Why … Continue reading POWERFUL PERCH
*Friday Fictioneers is talented group of enthusiasts penning down a story, a poem, a prose, etc., expressing their heart about a photo prompt, every week. G Mohammed moved from Delhi to Chennai (then Madras, S.India) to open the Kashmir Art Palace in 1950. The shop soon became known for its priceless Kashmiri carpets, jewelry, shawls and other … Continue reading THE OLD CURIOSITY SHOP – FF
*Friday Fictioneers is talented group of enthusiasts penning down a story, a poem, a prose, etc., expressing their heart about a photo prompt, every week. Today's photo prompt reminds me of 2 things: A crown of thorns & a concentration camp. That’s why I have given an excerpt from the book THE HIDING PLACE (also made into … Continue reading NO PIT TOO DEEP
One king, one sleepless night, one book and one reading. Two men, two nations, two decrees and two outcomes. Three days of fasting, two days of feasting, one queen and one request. The rest is not just history, but crucial change in history! Haman dug a pit for another, fell into it himself, lost … Continue reading DETHRONED BY THE BOOK, ENTHRONED BY THE BOOK
Couple of thoughts strike. One a couplet analogous to "Water, water everywhere, Not a drop to drink anywhere" as BUILDINGS BUILDINGS EVERYWHERE, NOT A TREE IN SIGHT ANYWHERE! Second, buildings of all types & sizes: tall, short, lean, fat; piled up lego sets forming narrow paths for toy cars, a child's play. An urban jungle … Continue reading LEGO SETS & TOY CARS – FRIDAY FICTIONEERS
FADE IN, FADE OUT, FOCUS Junk all around, you shudder. Worse still a toilet, you mutter. Don't they have anything better, You wonder, you stutter. Fade out, fade in, focus Ah now I see! Blue beauties, yellow pretties, green greens! What to mull, what to write Beauty or beast, junk or jazz! A choice to make, … Continue reading FridayFictioneers
WATERED DOWN Wow, that's picturesque! You wouldn't say that if you knew the place. Why not? Love the place. Let's go there! Looks deceive. Come on. You don't want to take me there. Of course , I don't want you there. Whaat! That's my dream house. Water flowing by my house. Green all round. … Continue reading Friday Fictioneers
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