The Pink Dress

She was feeling happy. It was a bright sunny day. She had taken a shower before stepping out. Her hair smelt sweet of the Freesia shampoo that she used. As she walked towards the stores she could feel it bouncing with the summer breeze. She stopped at one of the windows to look at pink summer dress on display. She liked the dress, and decided to go in and check out how much it costs. She looked up to see a man indise the store watching her through the window. She know that she was looking pretty and was a little pleased to be admired by someone. She walked inside and got to the place where the pink dresses were hanging. A quick look at the price tag and off she was with the dress to the trial room. She bumped into him on the way to the trial room. Neither of them said anything, but just smiled at each other.
She tried out the dress. It fit her good, but she needed a second opinion. It had lacy spaghetti straps and a flowing skirt. Just when she was about to step out of it, she dared herself to do something. She would go out of the trial room in the pink dress and show it off to the admiring man. He had admired her and now this would be her way to thank him....show herself in the pretty dress. From his countenance she would be able to make out whether he liked the dress or not. She came out and he was still there. Their eyes locked toghether, and he nodded. The nod was of approval. The dress was bought!

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Valuable Parts

Sometimes we just don't realise how important our body parts are till they are hurt or till they malfunction due to certain reason. I cut my finger a few days back while chopping vegetables. That did hurt a little, but it came along with a whole lot of other problems....Like when I was writing, I could not hold the pen properly. Driving was difficult, eating, bathing...and all the things that we need to do with our fingers. All this while I never realised how precious our body parts are, how often I used them, and without them I was a broken machine. Unable to perform the smallest things. So I sat for a while and thought about my eyes, nose , ears and all the organs, and all the body parts that function harmoniously without bothering me, and I felt very relieved. I was very happy, as if I has accomplished a big deed. Whatever makes it possible, the working of my body I bow to thee!!


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The Whistling Girl (Dorothy Parker)

Back of my back, they talk of me,
Gabble and honk and hiss;
Let them batten, and let them be-
Me, I can sing them this:

"Better to shiver beneath the stars,
Head on a faithless breast,
Than peer at the night through rusted bars,
And share an irksome rest.

"Better to see the dawn come up,
Along of a trifling one,
Than set a steady man's cloth and cup
And pray the day be done.

"Better be left by twenty dears
Than lie in a loveless bed;
Better a loaf that's wet with tears
Than cold, unsalted bread."

Back of my back, they wag their chins,
Whinny and bleat and sigh;
But better a heart a-bloom with sins
Than hearts gone yellow and dry!

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Solace (Dorothy Parker)

There was a rose that faded young;
I saw its shattered beauty hung
Upon a broken stem.
I heard them say, "What need to care
With roses budding everywhere?"
I did not answer them.

There was a bird, brought down to die;
They said, "A hundred fill the sky-
What reason to be sad?"
There was a girl, whose lover fled;
I did not wait, the while they said,
"There's many another lad."

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Nest Eggs (Robert Louis Stevenson)

Birds all the summer day
Flutter and quarrel
Here in the arbour-like
Tent of the laurel.

Here in the fork
The brown nest is seated;
For little blue eggs
The mother keeps heated.

While we stand watching her
Staring like gabies,
Safe in each egg are the
Bird's little babies.

Soon the frail eggs they shall
Chip, and upspringing
Make all the April woods
Merry with singing.

Younger than we are,
O children, and frailer,
Soon in the blue air they'll be,
Singer and sailor.

We, so much older,
Taller and stronger,
We shall look down on the
Birdies no longer.

They shall go flying
With musical speeches
High overhead in the
Tops of the beeches.

In spite of our wisdom
And sensible talking,
We on our feet must go
Plodding and walking.

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Your Coat (Sonja Broderick)

I found your coat today,
squashed beneath all the clothes
I’ll throw away soon.
Its flattened fur collar kissed my cheek,
cooled by approaching winter.
I hugged a cliché of fists
to my chin, closed you around me.
Your perfume, six months old,
clings to the woollen thread that
once warmed your neck in a freeze.
I daydreamed of the moments
you would have written about
if you were not swept up so soon.
Two hands slid into pockets,
fingers slithered, lost in silken fathoms,
found fibres scraping their tips.
An old, worn tissue jumped
from the past into this moment and
thrust its scent deep into my chest.
Your life passed before me
brighter than a lightning bolt,
fleeting crest of a cracking wave.

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The Women (Taslima Nasreen)

The women are oppressed in the east, in the west, in

the south, in the north

The women are oppressed inside, outside

The women are oppressed their hair dark or brown or blonde

Their Eyes black or blue.

She is oppressed in religion, she is oppressed

without religion

She is believer or non-believer, she is oppressed

She is beautiful or ugly, she is oppressed

She is honest or dishonest, she is oppressed.

She is crippled or not crippled, she is oppressed.

She is dumb, blind or whatever, she is oppressed.

She is healthy or sick, she is oppressed.

She is rich or poor, she is oppressed.

She is in her childhood, or in youth or in old age,

she is oppressed.

She is covered or naked, she is oppressed.

She is sad or happy, she is oppressed.

She is coward or courageous, she is oppressed.

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