Picture Prompt 1 –‘Night Out’


Beginning today- Picture Prompts. Ideas can come from anything and I thought pictures can be a great ‘jumping off’ point.



Friday nights at Bretto’s had been a ritual for months now.  An offbeat midsized bar in Tsim Sha Tsui, Hong Kong’s Central Business district, it made for a convenient after-work stopover. Continue reading “Picture Prompt 1 –‘Night Out’”



There is no odour of rotting stems or leaves, though some sit dried up in a vase on the table.

The sight of the dried flowers in the vase disgusts me. A young warrier ant crawls out of a carnation, meandering over Mariamma’s table as I wait for lunch. Whatever hue of green the stems once were, they are now subdued, like faded wall paint. The sunflowers, once a golden yellow, rest as a repelling ochre-brown, the petals curling and stiff.. I have a sudden urge to feel the crackle of the petals under my fingers, but I fear they might crumble in my hand and onto the table, leading Mariamma into a fit of diatribe. Continue reading “Mariamma”

Who cares anyway? Or do we?


“In the beginning, God created the earth, and he looked upon it in His cosmic loneliness. And God said, “Let Us make living creatures out of mud, so the mud can see what We have done.” And God created every living creature that now moveth, and one was man. Mud as man alone could speak. God leaned close to mud as man sat up, looked around, and spoke.
Man blinked. “What is the purpose of all this?” he asked politely.
“Everything must have a purpose?” asked God.
“Certainly,” said man.
“Then I leave it to you to think of one for all this,” said God.
And He went away.” ―Kurt Vonnegut Continue reading “Who cares anyway? Or do we?”