He had lived his life, fully planned.
Every day, he knew where he wanted to go as if his whole life could have been mapped out. He knew, what to do, how to do it – or otherwise, how to get it done. He was perfect, immaculate and a flawless gentleman. He was there for everybody, and that was the problem.
Continue reading W101.V2. Day 4. Alone In A Crowd
Secrets have always been part of our lives. Some things are best kept a secret. Especially as people grow older, they are more conscious about things like their age and wage. Secrets are usually shared between a tight-knit group of people, a trust circle if you get my drift. We’ve all heard or said the phrase “I won’t tell anyone” and the usual aside “except for my best friend” when dealing with secrets.
Continue reading W101.V2. Day 3. Ssh !
Why do we make lists? Me? I have a mild disposition towards perfection. Not as much as Sheldon Cooper, but not less than Sherlock Holmes. Although I’d love to have a sock drawer index.
Continue reading W101.V2. Day 2. Listing My Lists
Why do I write?
This question is right up on the same list with
- Who am I?
- What do I want?
- What is my purpose?
- What will give me happiness?
In essence, it is fundamentally, an existential question. I could say that it is to express myself which is an answer that many people are going to have. But there has to be something deeper than that. It doesn’t feel right if I talk about something I feel I am good at without it involving something special.
Continue reading W101.V2. Day 1: The Right to Write
Today’s Prompt: Tell us the story of your most-prized possession.
Today’s twist: We extolled the virtues of brevity back on day five, but now, let’s jump to the other side of the spectrum and turn to long-form writing. Let’s celebrate the drawn-out, slowly cooked, wide-shot narrative.
Despite having a public playground on the street where I grew up, I could hardly be called an active kid. Or maybe I was never allowed to play as much as I was actively encouraged towards academics. Either way, I ended up reading a lot. Be it school textbooks or fun storybooks — I ended up reading a lot. It also helped that I studied in a school which had a good library, friendly librarians, and other kids with whom I could discuss books.
Continue reading Day 20: Bookmarked Memories
Today is a free writing day. Write at least four-hundred words, and once you start typing, don’t stop. No self-editing, no trash-talking, and no second guessing: just go. Bonus points if you tackle an idea you’ve been playing with but think is too silly to post about.
Continue reading Day 19: Don’t Stop the Rockin’
Today’s prompt: write this story(the first paragraph is already provided) in first person, told by the twelve-year-old sitting on the stoop across the street.
Today’s twist: Build this twelve-year-old as a character.
The neighbourhood has seen better days for Mrs. Pauley has lived there since before anyone remembered. She raised a family of six boys, who’d all grown up and moved away. Mr. Pauley had passed away three months ago. With no source of income, she fell back on her rent. The landlord, accompanied by the police came to evict Mrs. Pauley from the house she’s lived in for forty years.
Or so they say. It could even be more. I never knew them personally, save two reasons. My dad used to work with Mr. Pauley. And I used to live with them.
Continue reading Day 18: Best Served Cold
Today’s Prompt: We all have anxieties, worries, and fears. What are you scared of? Address one of your worst fears.
Today’s Twist: Write this post in a style distinct from your own.
We all fear something in life. Sometimes more than one fear at the same time. It could have a fear of failing in class, a fear of “what-if?”, a fear of dying alone and lonely, and so on and so forth.
I’m no exception. I’ve had my fair share of fears. I still do too. But somehow as each fear arises, solutions also manifest that help me overcome. Sometimes, it’s easy. Sometimes I need to sleep on it. Sometimes I’ll have to talk it out with someone who’s faced it. No matter the method, a solution is always available. The fact is that this too shall pass.
Continue reading Day 17: Cut. Copy. Paste.
Today’s Prompt: Imagine you had a job in which you had to sift through forgotten or lost belongings. Describe a day in which you come upon something peculiar, or tell a story about something interesting you find in a pile.
Today’s twist: If you’d like to continue our serial challenge, also reflect on the theme of lost and found more generally in this post.
The first post in this series, Day Four: Lost in Thought (Part 1/3) can be considered as from the dad’s point of view.
The second post in this series, Day 13: Faith Found (Part 2/3) includes a conversation between the father and the son and has a reference to the mother also.
And, hence, I welcome you to the third, and most probably final post in the series – from the point of view of the boy.
Continue reading Day 16: Neither The Beginning Nor The End (Part 3/3)
Today’s Prompt: Think about an event you’ve attended and loved. Your hometown’s annual fair. That life-changing music festival. A conference that shifted your worldview. Imagine you’re told it will be cancelled forever or taken over by an evil corporate force. How does that make you feel?
Today’s twist: While writing this post, focus again on your own voice. Pay attention to your word choice, tone, and rhythm. Read each sentence aloud multiple times, making edits as you read through. Before you hit “Publish,” read your entire piece out loud to ensure it sounds like you.
Before I even begin, I know I’m going to hate this prompt. I have grown to prefer writing spontaneously and then checking for grammar errors and then pushing the publish button. But no. Now I have to “Read each sentence aloud multiple times, making edits as you read through” and this isn’t going to sound like me – I usually think as I write, but think before I speak. And I like writing a teeny bit more than I like speaking. But then, who said we have to speak to make our voices heard?
Continue reading Day 15: An Immortal Phoenix With a Horcrux