You may have heard many stories in your life. Stories about animals and dwarfs and giants when you were kids, stories about places and people and experiences thereafter. I realised that as we grow older, our stories become sadder and sadder. Humour is often sarcastic, stories that get retold are laced in negativity. The sense of wonder that our childhood stories carried gets lost… As a follower of the Law of Attraction, I firmly believe that the negative stories just attract more negativity into our lives. Every time a negative, sad or horror story gets retold or re-shared, the negativity multiplies
Here is a story I wrote some years back. The Indispire post this week talked about unfinished stories. I have tonnes of them. Do I plan to finish it? I am not sure… The day was warm, very very warm. It was just the beginning of October, a time when the Mumbai weather turned from pleasant to unbearable. Aseem was on his way back from a client’s place. It was a regular client meeting, with Aseem pitching in more services and products to increase revenue of his account and the client cribbing about the status of existing services. His car
Kaya was walking home from work one evening, when she suddenly became aware of the familiar sinking sensation in her stomach. Familiar because she had experienced it numerous times in her life. It was her intuition, a forewarning of something to come. Something big. Something important. Sometimes happy, sometimes not, but each time this sinking sensation had accompanied an event that would impact her life in a major way. And this one was to be the biggest of them all…. but she didn’t know it, yet.
“Have we really come to an age where we no longer differentiate between the sexes? Have we really given women their true position in our so-called well-educated and advanced society? No, we have not! There are still those narrow minded and conservative people who believe that letting women of the family step out into the world is hazardous to their family’s honor. There are those who not only restrict the freedom of the women in their own family, but try to influence the others to do that as well. Then there are those who are absolutely unconcerned with whatever
If you missed part I, it can be read here part II begins- This is what I did… Ok, don’t hit me….. ducking for cover The story is still 55 words! No one said anything about images now….. right??? By the way, the story is true, and the image is a pic of my first ever oil painting…… It was August 2000 and my semester was just over. Fortunately, I got a month off!!!!! Thats rare, and I was jubilant. But watching the rain fall on dull monsoon afternoons wasn’t my idea of spending a vacation. So, I made this….