Author Archives: inkad

The dip of the bone white bowl looks at hunger like a hole. Scooping cereal fall, their shapes, colors, textures all. They crisp, crackle, and pop, as stream of white lands atop Milk filling nook and cranny, why is that uncanny? What if milk first went under? curious minds simply wonder. Highnesses are rather sillyContinue reading “Royal Rule”

See, I once tried to be clever. With Generation Z, single letter markers feel unofficially defunct. So, I thought it would be a good idea to come up with Generation So-Me. We live in times of Social Media, Besides, it’s all about ME, my SELFies, and all that yadda-yadda absorption. Of course, we were raisedContinue reading “Coming of Age in the Age of Social Media”

In today’s world of instant communication, is the Spelling Bee competition irrelevant? The comments on the eight winners of the 2019 American Spelling Bee competitions in an article in NYT vary from admiration, congratulations, even disdain .One reader reacts the said article and calls this challenge “anachronistic,” and it tests “one of the simplest measuresContinue reading “Spelling Bee in the Age of Texting”

Eau de Vie ″ You choose,” said the mother to the stubborn child. “I am rock, and I will proudly not back down,” piped up the little voice. “Pride is unyielding, be like water,” “But rock is dependable.” “Water is flexible, child.” “Water has no shape, no color, no personality.” “It is your choice then,”Continue reading “Eau de Vie”

“What is ultimate silence?” Someone once asked me a question. I said I didn’t know. She whispered almost inaudibly, as if afraid to put thoughts in other peoples’ minds. But I paid close attention, absorbed every word in the sponge inside my head. Her words were something magical, a mind movie began to unspool. IContinue reading “Silence”

The writer hovers the nib over virgin-white paper. She waits for that perfect opening line, but it does not come. “Instead of a constipated mind, I wish I had verbal diarrhea,” begins the first line. The prurient beginning does not sit well with her crappy mood. Becka rips the page, crumples it, and shoots theContinue reading “Becka’s Beginnings”