The Scent of a Sunday

Much time has elapsed since then,
Many have come and gone since then,
But hasn’t faded at all the scent of the Sunday
You didn’t come back!

That scent never melted in the air,
But turned into something solid, like camphor, the source of a strong irresistible smell.
Like camphor? Really? But it’s not aromatic nor does it vaporize.

Somebody has actually immortalized that scent.

In the world of my mind, it’s all-pervading,
Occupying even its unexplored depths and heights!

I try often to resist the odor of that day waft through the moments of this day,
But I always fail.

Your absence has changed everything!


Inspired by The Daily Post’s one word prompt, Resist, Scent
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My Old Computer Desk

Don’t look so sad, come on!
Who said I’m going to use you to build campfire this weekend?
Don’t even dream of that.
You’re special, and will remain so forever; and you know this quite well.

Grandma brought you for me on my birthday.
Still remember how glad I was to possess you!
You looked so elegant, so sturdy!
I still find you elegant and beautiful!

But, look you need repair.
Moths have caused you some damage;
You make creaking noise at the slightest touch, and
The cabinet’s got to be mended too.
I’m afraid if you’re not repaired you might just crumble on the floor anytime.

Look, I want to get you fixed up with some best quality wood, and by the hands of some real good woodworker!
But, that’s going to be a bit pricey!
So, I’ve got this cheap and not-so-good and urgently needed computer desk to replace you!

Meanwhile, I’m sending you on a vacation.
Wouldn’t you like to know where?
To the attic!

But you don’t need to worry  as I’m going to get you back here soon.
And I promise that you’re going to get stronger and more elegant than you were ever before!

So, will you now stop staring so hard at me?


Inspired by The Daily Post’s one word prompt, Replacement
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She Mocks Me!

I was glancing through my dictionary when
I heard a chuckle.
It was the entry ‘automatic’ who was snickering at me.
I knew the reason.
Everything about my writing is so stilted, so forced,
Despite my deep wish to make it an automatic, instinctive process!
The moon too sneers at the partridge that fancies her.
I pretended I hadn’t heard her, and promptly turned the page.


Inspired by The Daily Post’s one word prompt, Automatic
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A Beautiful Breeze!

With swollen eyes,
When I stood gazing at the grey sky wondering if the sun would look the same today,
A sudden flutter of the leaves intimated the arrival of the breeze.

Soft, sweet and musky,
She gently touched my eyelids, and then the tip of my hair!
Soon, she began to ruffle it affectionately,
And run her silky fingers over my face.

I realised she wasn’t just caressing me, but dabbing some invisible balm on me.
It was both warm and cool, dry and moist!

I recalled I had vaguely overheard the breeze whisper to somebody in the wee hours;
Perhaps, to the first rays of the day.

She had mixed the dew she had borne from the distant fields
With the warmth and the golden tinge of the new light
To make me an occult, ethereal salve.

I shuddered at its pleasant sensation.
My eyes, once again, were watery,
Not with grief, but some unknown joy, simple and blissful.
I could feel a soft radiant glow shining from every pore of my skin!

And to my amazement,
The sun was never so magnificent!


Inspired by The Daily Post’s one-word prompt, Simple
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Are you happy, daddy?

‘What’s being successful, daddy?’

‘Well, if you’re admired and loved by lots of people, and got plenty of money, angel, you’re successful.’

‘Has it got anything to do with happiness, daddy?’

‘Hmm. Look, if you don’t have to worry about your financial needs, and if you find lots of love from people around you, won’t you be happy? Of course, success brings happiness, dear.’

Daddy, suppose, if I spent all my life with immense happiness wandering in woods, along streams, and rivers and seas, and climbing up mountains and hills, and didn’t hurt anybody, not even an ant, would you call me successful?’

‘Hmm, I don’t know, dear,  but I used to think like you when I was your age.’

‘Are you happy, daddy?’

‘Of course, I am, my love.’

‘Without mom?’


Inspired by The Daily Post’s one-word prompt, Successful
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Speak to Me

I thought I needed privacy,
And I ended up isolating myself.

The walls of my room have long closed their ears to me.
Even my reflection in the mirror hasn’t given me a smile of intimacy
For ages and ages, it seems!

I’ve begun to feel as if the whole planet now belongs to me,
And the entire human race has shifted to some other world, abandoning me to my privacy.


Inspired by The Daily Post’s one-word prompt, Privacy
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Gently, with a smile, I hold out my hands,
My little angel flies up to me, and says,
“Lopilop, Puppa, lopilop!”
Lopilop is how she calls a lollipop.

Behind the glossy wrapper,
The rounded boiled sweet, hanging to a stick
Is her delicious little world of joy.

Darling, you’re not aware,
There’s another world out there,
Much much bigger than the one on your tongue.
Oh sweetie, you deserve so much more!

But this bigger world is a bit pricey,
A li’l beyond the grasp of the itsy-bitsy bits of paper
I bring on the fourth of every month.

“Thanku Puppa fo-the Lopilop!”
She grins and clings to me.
The lollipop has made me a hero for her.
But, I fear, with the exposure of the truth
When she grows up,
She would find the hollowness of this heroism.

There must be some way
To expand the ambit of our universe!

I buy her a lollipop a day, and myself some time!


Inspired by The Daily Post’s one-word prompt, Exposure
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