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Meenas17'sweblog · 15h ago

Seven

Seven persons look like you in the world. Music has seven notes. Hinduism believes in seven births. The world boasts of seven wonders Seven is plausible in terms, neither excessive nor too t...
Meenas17'sweblog · 1d ago

Muniamma’s Day Out

She chews betel leaf, her mouth turns red spits the juice on the road, Muniamma is ready for her day out. She spins a cloth like a ring places it on her head over the ring, she puts the bask...
Meenas17'sweblog · 2d ago

Splendour And Sophistication

The various forms of art seen in the expensive aspects keep us agog. Those observed in humbler ones hold us fascinated. Creativity overwhelms. The ideas and the colours carried out with imag...
Meenas17'sweblog · 3d ago

A Film Of Dust

The dust on my furniture turns me wild. A film develops on the wooden chairs making it look dull. The creamy coat grows thicker if I lose sight of them. The floors receive a black tissue of ...
Meenas17'sweblog · 4d ago

The Lazy Teachers

The children of a small hamlet walk miles to the school, with an eagerness to learn. The lazy teachers abstain from their obligations. They are contented with the lucrative revenue. The stud...
Meenas17'sweblog · 5d ago

It Is Her Curiosity

A parody of a sort keeps one in a faux. My cousin guffaws. It is his expression of happiness. His laughter is her focus. She laughs, precisely–complementary. My friend gesticulates while he ...
Meenas17'sweblog · 6d ago

Patterned Functions

I behold celebrations days together. It is a birthday, wedding, a baby shower, sweet sixteen, a house warming, puberty is an extension, proposals for a gathering. They host heavy meals gifts...
Meenas17'sweblog · 1w ago

My Impish Pal

Languishing in my room with the air conditioner booming I curse the season and its dog days. Done with the most horrible?. Is it not? reasons my friend from the other side oof the world. I a...
Meenas17'sweblog · 1W ago

There I Am

The faith, I profess, not on others, but, on myself makes me powerful. I do my work perform on my own I do not seek support stay likewise. My talks are not personal They show no one. I speak...
Meenas17'sweblog · 1W ago

The Manic Disorder

The varieties I find overwhelm in a unity. Sounds an oxymoron. The haze, in the highlands, sails as distant as it could causes no illness. The wind is a breeze and a storm on occasions a fam...