Hi, folks! I have been a stranger to my own blog for the past few weeks :) Life offline has been super but super busy too - niece got married last month, big fat Indian wedding - lipstick on my party masks and all that, anyway that was pencilled in long back in the planner. But also there was a sudden breakthrough in the matter of the parental property, did that consume a whole heap of time or what? Upshot - stranger to blogging! - life can spring pleasant surprises and rev up even during a miserable pandemic with never ending variants.
Anyway, here I am for the last 2021 gathering of the WEP clan. With another retelling - this last a Greek classic.
Let me also take this chance to wish you peace and joy and a merry Christmas if you're celebrating. To your good health and the world's for the remainder of 2021 and to better times all around in 2022. Check out the Challenges 2022 page for even more luscious prompts in the New Year. Keep fit and keep writing. See you there!
Reflections
I and the public know,
What all schoolchildren learn,
To those whom evil is done,
Do evil in return.
~ W.H. Auden
Once
upon a time and place far away – but close enough still to rattle, so don't get too comfortable – once upon such a time and place, an
unclaimed child grew up in the blind lanes of human indifference. Like a weed
he took root in the cracks in the paving stones of ruthlessness and grew on a staple
diet of mockery and offhand cruelty – daily kicks and cuffs and brushoffs. He
was soon adopted by a petty vendor on the lookout for free labour in exchange
for the meagrest of keep.
