This is in response to Esther’s weekly writing Prompt
This week’s Prompt is Window
They live in the slums
where their breath mingles with
sweat mingles with dirt mingles with
the will to live on
in window less rooms
of the size of a palm
But when the clouds pour
they dance in the puddles
with cries of joy
naked souls running wild
against the wind
the torn shirt billowing
like a kite as they skip,
prance and jump
with that rainbow smile
in their eyes
They don’t have a window
to call their own
but they do have their own
fistful of sky
Delightful – “fistful of sky” is superb
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Thank you Derrrick
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That’s amazing. You built that so well.
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Thank you Esther 😊
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This is a beautiful and moving piece, Geetashree. 🌿 It captures the stark contrasts of life in the slums—the suffocating confines of “windowless rooms” against the unrestrained freedom of children dancing in the rain. I love how you shift from hardship to resilience, showing that joy finds its way even where there is little else. The closing line, “their own fistful of sky,” is especially powerful—both tender and triumphant. It lingers in the heart.
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Thank you so much for your appreciation.
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You have a true gift of capturing social realities through your vivid and contrasting imagery. Keep sharing, Ma’am
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We see the ‘world’ through different windows – People, places, perspectives !
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Yes, we do
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The way WE choose to see the world creates the world WE see . . .
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