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Guilty

Linking with Thin Spiral Notebook : 100 words : Guilt 

Vulnerable

Linking with Sammi Cox : Weekend Writing Prompt #103 - Vulnerable

Evolution

The missing alphabet. Can you spot it? Give it a strong trial. Another one, may be. Keep trying until you wear out. Perchance, it foregathers. Such an inconsequential search! Isn’t it? When the sentences, are complete in themselves; when what you are writing, is making sense; when script is comprehensive, inclusive as well; the missing alphabet becomes irrelevant. There are other options to fill in, plenty of them, the substitutes being better too, at times. Plus when replacements waver, remember the maxim, necessity is the mother of all inventions, to craft fresh concepts. Law of survival. Life at a glance. Linking with Thin Spiral Notebook : 100 words : D minus

Distance

It had been a while. We met. And you asked me how I was doing. A cliché question, one liner. But the answer? It could run in paragraphs, if not pages. Reluctant, hesitant, where to begin, I too contained myself, in a one liner: the familiar “Am doing fine” reply, Anticipating that you would hear more than what I spoke. Like always. Crisp covert answer to an overt inquest. Only, you believed me. The ripe delicacy with which the silence hung between us; the superficial small talk; the raw distance that had grown; and the sudden, acute and abrupt realization. Linking with Thin Spiral Notebook : 100 word challenge : Delicacy 

Hers

Haiku, harmony. Even half-rhyme. Hers. All hers. Honest heartfelt verse. Linking with Blogging from A to Z April Challenge 

Oh! I wish

As this day rises, may joys accompany you, in your journey. May you rejoice, in simplest pleasures, that surround you, all the time. May you find, the beauty, of life and of living: in the stray leaf, that flutters, in the lap of gentle winds; in the rays of early sun, that play peek-a-boo; in the songbird that nestles, on the window sill, weaving tiny twigs together; in that wildflower spring bloom; in the rejuvenating morning walks; in the leisurely evening saunters; in the exhilarating first gush of cool breeze; in the salvation of clear spring water; in the thrill of spotting constellations in that polka-dotted blanket of night; in the youth of hatching eggs. Yes! They are there, such fragments, such basic ingredients, and they, are all beautiful. May these be your rewards this day and ever. Oh! I wish. Linking with Thin Spiral Notebook : Bird and Beauty

Depth

Deep dark secrets sunk, disguised in dead of the night dare to delve deeper Linking with Blogging from A to Z April Challenge