It feels like anywhere you walk around Brussels, you are never far away from a mural.
He had only seen poverty. While his father was a daily wage labourer, his mother worked from house to house washing dishes. But despite their struggles, they tried to ensure that they could educate him so that he had a better life. They always felt that – In their dreams they sleep with the moon.
As luck would have it, their son got a scholarship. Post his education, within the first year of joining an MNC, he made sure that his parents were out of the misery they had lived in. He had made them proud after all. While others did a lot of yada, yada, yada about taking care of parents, he made sure he actually did.
When he was a child he couldn’t ever dream of having a debit card. But now he was making sure that anyone could access the banking system.
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The news on the television makes one hot under the collar providing an illusion that the world is dreadful and needs rectification. And add the pressures of life. This is the icing on the cake.
One by one the lights of the city block winked out, the dark coming ever closer. The cyclone had been barreling towards the city for the last couple of days and now that it was almost on the doorstep, the electricity had been cut off to avoid any unforeseen incidents.
The people had been exhausted as there had been one tragedy after another so much so that their being stuck home felt like being in a cage. While help was on the way, they felt that their lives were in a constant state of flux from one disaster to another.
Fall had begun to
set in as the leaves turned red
yellow or orange
The berry picking
season was at its end with
just a token left
With the beginning
of autumn, nature displayed
its various hues
Berry season was
almost over except for the
few remaining behind
As the world went into lockdown, he finally decided to deep clean his house. He didn’t want visiting his house to be an obnoxious experience. While he always bristled with energy at the thought of any activity, it was always a mystery as to why he was so lazy when it came to household chores.
“You have such good taste when it comes to decorating your house. I love the colours.”
Ann and Jessica had been the best of friends since Ann shifted into the neighbourhood a couple of months ago. While they happened to meet by chance, they hit it off almost immediately with their shared interests in interior designing and fashion.
Ann loved travelling and made sure to collect at least one souvenir from every place she visited. She was also looking for some handmade items to complete the look of her home and Jessica knew the perfect place which would have them.
While I listen to
everyone, I make sure
that none bully me
I have the courage
to start over again despite
all the lampooning
I have a weakness
for jaunting through crowds as well
lounging on the beach
I make sure that none
of my relationships are
fake in any way