Author Archives: inkad

The sound of the same school bell struck a happier note at school’s end. A lightness despite the heavy school load matched that spring in each step home. I truly intended to go home, throw the satchel in the corner, But the heavy monsoon had left a water logged meadow in its wake. With mud-streakedContinue reading “The School Bell”

Everything is what it is. The price is what Man perceives when he puts greed over need. He personified gold but it’s just a metal; impersonal, detached, and removed. Midas lost her, his most precious when his need succumbed to greed. How much land does one need? He ran first to a homestead stake. SurpassingContinue reading “The Price We Pay”

One brush loads twin colors, mixing shades of joy and sorrow. O’many moons, winters, and summers; gliding past, present, and morrow. Unlike Kahlo, Picasso, or Pissaro, ’tis The Unknown sleight of hand. One brush paints two colors. It mixes joy and sorrow. You must one know to the other understand.

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”