‘My Nose is Growing Old’ wrote Richard Brautigan. ‘Yup. A long lazy September look in the mirror say it’s true. I’m 31 and my nose is growing old….’ There are some obvious outcomes of aging. Noses are one among them. I don’t know how they really age, but I guess they become bigger, or, longer. …
The FRANGIPANI
(<a href="http://Image by <a href="https://pixabay.com/users/josch13-48777/?utm_source=link-attribution&utm_medium=referral&utm_campaign=image&utm_content=359398">Josch13</a> from <a href="https://pixabay.com/?utm_source=link-attribution&utm_medium=referral&utm_campaign=image&utm_content=359398">PixabayImage credit) Last evening, I smelt the frangipani flowers. They were floating in an uruli, spiral whites circumventing subtle yellows. They sat on my screen in an image, during a poetry workshop. We were to follow the usual protocol. Watch, conjure a memory or simply drift with the …
YOUR CREATIVITY MATTERS (IWSG June 2021)
YOUR CREATIVITY MATTERS- This line isn’t my brainchild. Almost a fortnight ago, I attended a poetry workshop. On the day of the graduation this very line formed a part of the valedictory speech and needless to say, it stayed with me. I’ve been wanting to talk about it since then, and what better day than …
WEP APRIL 2021- FREEDOM MORNING
Hello everyone! Welcome to A Hundred Quills once again. I am joining the WEP after a long gap and I am glad to be back! The prompt for this April is a watercolour by Claude Clark, the African American artist and art educator, called Freedom Morning, painted in 1941. (see image below). Claude Clark was …
Taking risks- iwsg April 2021
Hello friends! Super glad to be writing this IWSG post today. With a lot going on at the personal front, I missed out posting last month and didn’t visit many of my IWSG friends the month before that. But I’m hoping to share more snippets from my writing journey from now on. Fingers crossed! The …
CITY LIGHTS
How do you deal with the sheer predictability of life? I sit in my tiny apartment balcony each evening, watching the city lights and trying to gather my thoughts on the day gone by. They rarely take a detour. At the end of every single day, I land up having done nearly the same things …
