From my window, I see the wild neighborhood, where nature creates a beautiful scene full of chaos and color. In the rough ground, where stones and bricks are scattered from an old house, my mother’s garden thrives with life. My mother turns barren soil into a lush sanctuary where every plant thrives under her care….
“Silent Spectator”
In times of dread and homes ablaze, Where were you in those dark days? Not when votes call, nor banners high, Did you hear the pleas, as people cry? Eleven months, a silent wait, Till elections loom, your slated fate. But amidst the chaos, where hearts break, You stayed distant, till polls wake. Houses crumbled,…
Bottle’s Journey: Hope and Reflection
I get refilled again to go with him on his travel trip. It’s common to refill an empty bottle for reuse here in his place, which, in my defence, is a good thing for me. I’m transparent and wears a turquoise colour sticker. On it my family name is written beautifully in curly letters as…
Finding Joy in Circumstances
Today, as I waited for the garbage truck by the roadside, I got lost in a moment that stuck with me even after it passed. It wasn’t a big or thrilling scene, but it felt a bit sad. I heard the garbage truck’s sound in the distance, and I noticed a rich-looking boy walking down…
Unexpected Tale On A Journey
When you want to write, you must do so wherever and whenever you can. That’s exactly what I did last year when I traveled to Guwahati, Assam, with my cousin sister to get her health checked. During my four-day trip, I did my best to find stories to write. But, as it was not a…
NANOWRIMO HWR WRITING PROMPTS DAY 30
Originally submitted on November 30th, 2022. It was selected as the winner for the Week 4. Click Himalayan Writing Retreat to read my story Also, you can see the pictorial visual art of the story below. Credit – Susanta Athokpam
NaNoWriMo HWR Writing prompts Day 29
First object – A Tulsi plant Second object – A spectacle ……………………… “Didn’t I tell you to not play in the rain? Now bear it yourself.” grandma scolded me blowing a mouthful of air onto her spectacle. She has this beautiful frame with heavy black rims to correct a slight hyperopia. Otherwise, she is all…
NaNoWriMo HWR Writing prompts Day 28
It has been confirmed that it was the same place, the place which has numerous similar stories. An elderly woman told our reporter that until the old wooden hanging bridge was replaced with a new steel and concrete cable-stayed bridge, it was the only bridge connecting the two villages. According to locals, this is the…
NaNoWriMo HWR Writing prompts Day 24
“What exactly was it?” I open my eyes and hear that familiar sound. It’s 3 a.m., which is known as the devil’s hour. I’m confused, sweaty, and jittery, and the light has gone out. This is a sound I haven’t heard in a long time. It makes me feel uneasy. Last time, it was that…
One Chance
How often do we get a chance to live a life? Everyone knows, only once. But the question is, do we really live in the way we had hoped for and we have dreamt of? Only a few people do. And is it because we never like to have one? No it is not. Who…
