Elle-It means 'she' in french. Reticent-not revealing one's thoughts or feelings readily. Taciturn-(of a person) reserved or uncommunicative in speech; saying little.
January 24 is celebrated as National Girl Child Day in India. I dedicate this post of mine as a mark of respect to every girl living or (murdered/killed as result of female foeticide or other gender related crimes) in India.
I am a fervent scribbler. Writing gives me solace. Reading is my elysian retreat. I think words work like magic.. they can hurt but they can heal too. I am a crazy logomaniac. My ardor, my zeal for writing..maybe that's my individuality.. my uniqueness.
Q: Have you ever met your doppelganger or have you heard from someone known?
Today write your reaction if you were to meet your doppelganger or one says that they have seen someone like you or a desire to meet one.
Today's challenge by writerstolli.
A: I haven't had the opportunity to meet my doppelganger yet.. But twice or thrice hitherto, it has happened that I have met people & some of them have told me that someone they know or have met, looks exactly like me.
I like the idea of meeting my look alike someday..but if it so happens, how will I react? Whether it will be a happy happenstance or will I be creeped out, that is something that i'll have to see about when i'll really get to meet her.
Yep but very often I end up hearing that my elder daughter is my spitting image, that she very strongly resembles me. And I just love to hear this particular compliment. It really gladdens my heart. After all she is her mamma's girl.. that's why such a strong resemblance.
•Dive to Death• Like a snow flake Cold and beautiful She was descending From the 19th floor Of the heaven's garden. Her white attire And pale skin Complimented the wind And it looked as if Any moment then She'll evolve wings. Unlike most of them She didn't regret. Her eyes were open Fascinated either by The flight or the death. Her arms welcomed Charon and the Styx. And her soft lips Curving in a smile. Death becomes her With every flying second Death becomes her As she hits the ground. As the white turn to red Her smile is still intact.
Note: -Life is the most precious of all and suicide is justified in no way. No problems are troubling enough to give up life for. -Charon in Greek mythology carries the soul of the deceased across the Styx. -Styx is river in underworld which separates it from the earth.
They thought she couldn’t hear She couldn’t infer , But she could,Her heart quickened they were looking at her She felt exposed, She felt discovered , red handed For a crime she never committed “It’s a girl!!” She heard them say..
Her anticipation knew no bounds Her eagerness but was brought to the ground..
no joy ,no cheer ,no delight Just her mother’s sorrow,her father’s hurt pride.. “We have two already , Another girl!! No,we are not ready!!” Unsought,unwanted,rejected Denied,shunned ,jilted even before she was born Bitter and blue..her Heart was torn,
But she did not let her hopes die She danced and dived ,her fears on standby Her heart went on pounding For, she felt that flicker of her mother’s joy “She wants me!! She can’t deny!!”
And then,a light at the end of a tunnel She felt the probing and prodding The churn ,the whirr..and then it was all a blur Her tiny heart sighed ,gently As death became her!!
Dedicated to the female foeticide,so rampant ,so barbaric ,so ruthless..
Sorry that it's a little choppy I had to somehow reduce the original amount of lines to 20 to follow the challenge rules.. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Midnight Spies •••••••••••••••••••••• The lady in black sat in the back Wearing a hat meant to hide the truth in her eyes From the crowd fooled by Her taciturn disguise
Soon, the clock struck midnight And she, whose eyes couldn't lie, Looked up to face the gentleman before her Who came requesting a dance
He approached for he had his suspicions Yet he couldn't confirm if it was really her whom he sought For the brim of a fedora Cast shadows over half her facial features
Chin low with a seemingly shy smirk She accepted his offer And, hand-in-hand, they entered the 'battlefield' Assuming their positions, They synchronized with the music Whilst almost close enough To breathe the same breaths Then the bullets of inquiry were fired
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