Twittering Tales#124-19 February 2019

To cure us of our cyber megalomania, the crafty Grandpa set up a treasure trail in the old town with a holiday in Paris as the prize. With our smartphones confiscated,we were given maps to find our way.We had no Google to find how to read the Map. Grandpa won and is in Paris! (276… Continue reading Twittering Tales#124-19 February 2019

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Twittering Tales#121-29 January

The star shaped cookie was an amalgam of all latent dreams. She wished to shine like those bright stars on dark skies. And the heart shaped ones were a cache of her love for the diaspora around. The vanilla essence fired up a luscious aroma as she rolled out myriad shapes. (274 characters) Via: https://wp.me/p2ZDNi-53d

Twittering Tales #119 – 15 January 2019

The vicious storm's whirlwind had destroyed all. Hunger was rampant. The tenacious women scoured through the scattered debris retrieving their battered pans.,collecting he dried bark and fallen fruit, and digging out the tuber. Huge fires dotted the land that fed hungry souls. (279 characters) Via :https://katmyrman.com/2019/01/15/twittering-tales-119-15-january-2019/

Twittering Tales#118-8 January,2018

The crisp leaves were meticulously cut ,soaked and gently scrubbed till they shone and pulsated into that green mannah that she drank with gusto. Next morning,the headlines screamed that spinach in the stalls had been laced with deadly arsenic!This is the parody of our times! (278 characters) Via: https://katmyrman.com/2019/01/08/twittering-tales-118-8-january-2019/

Twittering Tales # 111 – 19 November 2018

She looked deep inside the well of her mind,the cobblered walls weathered by the turns of life. All she could see was an endless dark abyss. And then she spied a shadowed halo of light encircling the dark arid well. And she smiled undaunted. (261 characters) Via : https://katmyrman.com/2018/11/20/twittering-tales-111-19-november-2018/

Twittering Tales#110-13 November 2018

The mother and its offspring is a tale that crosses all boundaries of species. A mother loves her baby,her replica. She hovers around it casting a protective sheath. Her baby is her golden fleece. She cherishes it,nurtures it. Her child tells the story of her life (261 characters) Via: https://katmyrman.com

Twittering Tales#109-6

She stared at the empty frame, a replica of void in her life. Her loved ones whom she had given her all had robbed her of all hues. She was a blank canvas awaiting a splash of colours. But she swathed herself in pink and purple blossoms that lent her hope and new shades of… Continue reading Twittering Tales#109-6

Twittering Tales#105-9October

The keys on the typewriters rusty as no one touched them. Relics of history,they were consigned to the arid plains of oblivion. Epitome of grander times,when you ruled the keyboard. Time has turned. The travesty of our times that keys rule us ,more smaller and smarter. (267 characters) Via : https://katmyrman.com/2018/10/09/twittering-tales-105-9-october-2018/

Twittering Tales#104 2 October,2018

The murals told the tales of distant past long gone .Men then fought and killed each other. All glory laid to dust. The myriad figures stand alone. But the story has not changed. Men still keep on fighting and killing each other. And the stony walls blood washed shine anew. (272 characters) Via: https://wp.me/p2ZDNi-4SZ

Twittering Tales#103-25 September-2018

The Wishing Tree was once lush and green. Tiny birds crooned and ambled on its wavy branches. Their nests hung in myriad shapes. A microcosm of life! But man made the world his own and life a travesty! The leaves withered and birds left. Now costly shoes hung on the dried branches Via: https://wp.me/p2ZDNi-4Sm