A reflection on the story of Cinderella. She knew that the sisters were mean, The mother evil. And Evil has a way of ensnaring others. She was almost sorry for the sisters. But they had made their choice. Glass slippers? Wooden Shoes? What did she care. She had the…
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Of Beaches
Sandy feet, messy hair Endless blue horizon Soul at peace. Today I’m linking in to Haiku Heights #267 – Beach created by Leo of I Rhyme Without Reason.
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55 Fiction
This is in response to a brilliant tutorial and a prompt by Vidya Sury on Write Tribe. Train Tracks Rahul walked slowly alongside the tracks. Fed up of the monotony of it all, he wondered if he should end it. Everything seemed meaningless without his sweet Sheela. He…