Tag: What Pegman Saw

Cozened

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I had no reason to turn down my boyfriend’s marriage proposal. We had met only two months before. My family disapproved, but he was so kind and respectful. He seemed quite well off though we didn’t talk much on that.
I cried the day he had gifted me the tickets to The Baths, in the British Virgin Islands. He had planned to celebrate our V-Day in my dream destination.

The unique island vibes when coral sands blend with blue water, posh resorts, superb food and snorkeling, everything in our menu seemed mesmerizing. We trotted through the white beach-sand, took perfectly posed, but candid, selfies leaning against the granite boulders.

Passing an abandoned grotto, I saw my man receiving small white packets from a stranger, hiding it and proceeding like nothing ever happened.

In a drug smuggling corridor with a dealer!

I understood the trap I was in, but too late.

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{What Pegman Saw -The Baths, British Virgin Islands}

 

 

Trails of History

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The old lady couldn’t interpret the hoopla and the coverage shown in the morning television news. After several minutes, she could realize it was about the series of thefts that happened in Manhattan City. The reporter was describing the CCTV footages that presented a group of people entering different stores stealing items.
Her great-granddaughter was managing a stationery store in the city. But, that didn’t prompt the lady to call her and enquire the matters. 

Hours later, the grey-haired lady received a message from her granddaughter which affirmed the theft in her store too.

Tinged with her own Native American history, she remembered the innumerable thefts and the trails of tears her tribe had to endure centuries ago. Manhattan may be a national treasure today, but it was somebody else’s yesterday. 
Store thefts appeared trivial. 

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{What Pegman Saw-Manhattan Island}

A Knitter from Eastland

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The way Kaisa had introduced herself during our undergraduate course was interestingly informative. She was a cheerful lady in her 30s.

Hello friendsI am Kaisa. I see I am older than you all, but I come from a nation much younger than yours. I come from Tallinnthe capital of Estonia, a remote country in Europe. Many believe we are the defenseless dorp of Russia or just a Baltic hinterland or an idiosyncratic population of renegades. But I oppose, may be humble, but we are unique. A splendid group of people who possess a distinct culture, languagefood and lovely lands. We witnessed various rulersendured a lot. I dream of the day my country is known for the right reasons, not as an appendage of any nation!

My fond memory is Kaisa hand knitting gloves for gifting. 
Before parting she had gifted me a knitted phone pouch. Precious.

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{What Pegman Saw- Estonia}

 

An Exploration

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Mel and Sas disembarked their unique vehicle. Switching on the internet that works with extraterrestrial intelligence, they confirmed their destination. They have landed on the earth where molten lava inhabits some of the active creatures seen in their native planet.

Nearing the magma, their sensors indicated a temperature exceeding 1600 degree Celsius and the presence of all the radioactive elements they had expected. They wanted to collect specimens of the creatures, resembling fish. After satisfactorily completing their job they headed to their vehicle.

Sas told Mel, “ Just survey the spot history, Mel!
“Okay!”

History revealed the location name as Radium Springs Gardens, some thousand years ago. The place contained hot springs where earthlings used to take a swim. After finding the presence of Radium elementswimming was forbiddenIt remained a tourist destination until the doomsday after which the planet became a ball of fire.

Closing the history, they emplaned.

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{What Pegman Saw-Radium Springs, GA}

Unavoidable Cries

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Mala peeled off, at a snail’s pace.
Suffering, she couldn’t hasten it either. 
Tears overflowing her red eyes.

All the while she was paring the onionthoughts about the layers maintained by her only son plagued her. 

Decades ago her motherwhile working in their onion fields, had remarked, “Life is like onions!” But the twelve-year-old Mala had no clue.

Her parents toiled like slaves to make the two ends meet. But, when they were all set to sell their bumper yields, onion prices had stooped down too low. Obtained nothing, not even peanuts.

Poverty-stricken farmers protested. Mala’s father had gone a little further, burnt his onion field and committed suicide.

She hated onions.

Still, working as a cook in Mumbai City, she had no choice.

All she could do is cry, daily, hoping that someday her pains get cocooned in its many layers, just like the onions.

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{What Pegmain Saw-Location prompt-Mumbai}

India is the second largest producer of onions in the world. Maharashtra state leads in onion production. Mumbai in Maharashtra has some of the largest onion markets.

Absolute Decimation

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What hurts more, the pain of heartburn or that of a heartbreak?

Napoleon was seen staring through his bedroom window. A steady downpour has created a fog. His weary eyes couldn’t be fixed on anything he could believe as the skyline, let alone identify the boundary of Saint Helena Island from all other presences.

He was scared of throwing up. The image of a military leader! He held his breath.
If he didhe won’t be fined either! A scoffing reminder about his exile.  

The growing pain above the belly button didn’t concern him much.
But …..Josephine! Her shrieks on the day their marriage was annulled, echoed in his earsIt was raining back then, too.

Bitter remorse overruled him with a tinge of intense despair.
He was shivering, his soul withering. The rain became intenser.

His head turned sideways, the blood arrested face fell into a deep slumber.

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Word Count: 150

{Written for What Pegman Saw}

A Sweet Introduction

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“Hello, I am Emma. May I know your good name, please?”I tried befriending my first African mate. Isolated in that college campus, she looked weary. Somehow, my eyes were fixed on her wavy hair.

“Nice to meet you, I am Dumi.” The lack of smile while introducing was something I was unused to. Did I carry a surly expression?
I decided to resume my small talk.

“You remind me of a character…”
“The hairdresser of Harare?” She intervened with a smile. “…I come from Harare too!”

An absolute stranger with a commendable anticipation power to complete our sentence is a keeper. Dumi gave me the best amazement.
Later on, our chat topics varied; poverty, society, war and all the sad realities of human existence. Still, our short but sweet introduction remains as a beautiful memory, of friendship between two book lovers belonging to two continents.

{Written for What Pegman Saw}

Word Count: 145