Skip to main content

Life math

His smile
Adds to warm hearth
Her frown
Reminder; a promise forgotten!
Their love but
Evens out the odds

Some dull grays,
Plus bright rays
Equals a colourful rainbow

Credit the gain
Debit the pain
In life eventually
The accounts will tally
_________________



Word count:42

Comments

  1. :) beautiful .. and yes god willing it will all tally in the end for sure


    Bikram

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Thanks, Bikram..yes, I believe so! :-)

      Delete
  2. It was like climbing the rungs of a ladder. Living, is rising, if we live the right way

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Definitely, Habiba. It's up to us to rise and make this life worthy of living. Thanks for being here :-)

      Delete
  3. Oh, I hope you are right! Beautiful writing.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Oh, yes, I believe this, QOTD and thanks so much :-)

      Delete
  4. Loved them especially the last one :)

    ReplyDelete
  5. So clever how you crafted a check/balance system into the prompt. My favourite lines were the paragraph

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. I'm so glad you liked this, Glasgow! thanks :-)

      Delete
  6. And I thought I was the only one who was always tallying up actions and words more than currency. Love this piece, Uma!

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. It's great that you tally actions, Yeshu. I'm sure they must give you more satisfaction than just tallying superficial numericals. And, thanks for the appreciation :-)

      Delete
  7. Always tally it up on the positive side! Nicely calculated!

    ReplyDelete
  8. Love these lines especially: "Their love but/Evens out the odds."

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. I'm glad these touched you, Jennifer..thanks :-)

      Delete
  9. I love that last paragraph especially. What a perfect balancing act.

    ReplyDelete
  10. I liked your use of all the math-related language and how it all came together in the end.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. I'm glad the math brought about the right effect, Marcy..thanks a lot :-)

      Delete
  11. yes...it is truly the beauty of a relationship..the rosy as well as the thorny part.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Yes, if there are roses, there has to be thorns too!

      Delete
  12. Beautifully written...hopefully like with life, it will all tally up in the end... :)

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Thank you, Sanch and I hope too :-)

      Delete
  13. Such lovely poetry! I loved the second stanza, Uma. You have a way with words :)

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. you are kind in your praise, Aathira but thanks :-)

      Delete
  14. Very sweet to read. It all comes out in the wash, right?

    ReplyDelete
  15. Yes, it does all even out in the end. Well put.

    ReplyDelete
  16. I especially like this: Evens out the odds

    Nice play on words!

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. I'm glad you liked it. Much appreciated :-)

      Delete
  17. THis is beautiful! I love the last line, 'the accounts will tally'. Such a normal statement for an extraordinary process. Wonderful!

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Would love to hear from you :-)
Also, please click the subscribe by Email link below the comment form to get follow-up comments to your inbox..

Popular posts from this blog

An irrational dream

Pazhaniraja Elangovan trudged his way up the small slope on his rusty bicycle, a hand-me-down from one of his rare kind-hearted clients. A package, a heavy brown carton lay tied to the backseat with several ropes. The chains creaked as he pedaled harder on the slope.

Sweat trickled down his shiny brown face. Tiny buds of fresh acne dotted his forehead and chin area that was also beginning to sprout hair.

"Pazhani, don't keep loitering out in the hot sun," his Amma often chided him gently.

Pazhaniraja would dismiss his Amma's plea with silence.

She had suffered enough bringing him up single-handedly but was still worldly naive. What did she know about managing a part-time job as a local delivery boy, a night school, and a full-time dream? thought Pazhani irritatedly but also controlled his tongue.

His dream. Yes, he dreamed of owning his own business someday and making lots of money. He had many ideas but needed time to work on them.

Today, he thought excitedly. Wedn…

Bhutan: The last leg of our journey at Paro and a round up

Did you read the last post about how we made it to the top of the Takstang Monastery? If not, please do go back and read it.
Before I continue, here's a check-list that will come in handy for travelers.
Things to keep in mind while visiting the Taktsang or the Tiger's Nest Monastery 
1. You are supposed to be fully clothed while visiting this one or any other monastery/temple or Dzong in Bhutan. Which means you cannot wear short skirts, shorts, capris or the likes. Even your hands must be covered, so choose a full or three-fourth sleeved suit, top or shirt. Alternatively, you can wear a jacket or shrug.
2. Use of photography/video is prohibited in the inner sanctum of all temples and monasteries. At the Tiger's Nest, you have to surrender your backpacks with mobiles outside with the security. There are no lockers but like I said earlier, it's absolutely safe even without the lockers.
3. Wear a good quality and comfortable pair of sports shoes if you're trekking to …

The fault in our stares #100-wordfiction

He offered to walk her to the station. She sensed his well-toned arm within the suede jacket brushing against her slender, bare one as they tried to match their uneven strides. He leaned in suddenly towards her ear to whisper something. Her tensed muscles relaxed even as her full-throated laughter echoed through the dimly-lit streets. As the wind teased, his hands enveloped her from behind draping the jacket over her.

Despite enjoying the pleasant company, she felt at unease. She instinctively knew they weren't alone that night.

The judgemental stares turned into full-blown gossip by the time she came home.

______
100-word fiction story written for a prompt "The fault in our stares" at the BarAThon second edition.