The last of the wool was sheared as the sheep had long stopped being restless standing still resigned to its fate. In fact, it was his mind that was a cauldron. The wool-gatherer wasn't white within. Courtesy of Sammi Cox Weekend Writing Prompt#92
Day: February 5, 2019
Macaroni Madness
Treating both agony and ecstasy as siblings strumming up a bitter-sweet symphony Venky couldn't care less if the world around him fell apart, so long as there was macaroni; When life threw a curve-ball, and dealt him cards that welcomed misery in a loop He chooses for his heart a sigh or a shrug and … Continue reading Macaroni Madness
Capitalism’s Death-Knell
(Photo Credit: C.E. Ayr) When it actually happened, the scramble was unlike anything anyone had witnessed ever before. A mildly exciting but otherwise docile event metamorphosed in the mere blink of an eye, into arguably the most ingenious and novel advocacy campaign ever! The dangerous looking dinosaur, upon its unveiling was supposed to have mouthed … Continue reading Capitalism’s Death-Knell