The day was searing hot, the kind of suffocating heat that only the Mediterranean can conjure before nine o’clock in the morning. The children were dragging their reluctant feet away from the beach at their backs and towards a set of old staircase at the top of the hill. Continue reading
The countdown was over and another one had started in my head. My body was squeezed and twisted; bottom half facing forward, torso turned sideways. I was part of a crowd. A thousand bodies morphed into one; no space, no air. Continue reading
I started this year as a single 25-year-old, with a writing career which I myself had nipped in the bud due to destructive self-doubt. I had a job that I hated and was unhealthily overweight. Continue reading
Frosty the snowman grumbles;
“A silent night, which is anything but quiet,”
while melting he mumbles. Continue reading
As, troubled, I look at the price tag.
When did Christmas get to cost so much?
Shouldn’t the focus be on peace, happiness and such?
This weekend, Trifextra asked us to write about our thoughts on the holiday season. My thoughts on the subject are plenty, I love the holidays, as I have explained at length in Christmas is Here. But now, with Christmas being so close, and my wallet having had the worst spasm since I bought my apartment, I am rethinking the whole season. This post is actually inspired by The Gift of Giving…Not! A poem which I so inconveniently posted yesterday!
The blinking lights hypnotize me into submission.
The jingling monotone of the carols hurry me
into hasty decisions,
anything to make this stop.
Freezing fingers and misty breath do nothing to help.
Crowds push against me. Choking.
Bulky bags; everyone here is as much the victim.
My weightless load gets lighter,
as I pull out my wallet
and buy yet another gift.
“Whoa! Peter Jackson really did it this time,” said Mario amid flushed cheeks.
“I can’t get the dwarf song out of my head,” muttered Pierre more to himself than to his friends, as was his way.
“Richard Armitage is so hot! I feel dizzy though,” put in Francesca while feeling her forehead.
“I told you, forty-eight frames per second is going to be awesome,” replied Mario talking hurriedly.
“I said I’m dizzy, how is that awesome!” Continue reading