It was thought that the gods blew on creative people, who would then inhale the god's breath and have an idea. This is the premise of "inspiration": inhaling divine breath and ideas.

Friday, April 18, 2008

A child's play





'From where we are, we can hardly be spotted by anyone. Its a perfect hiding place. No one would come this far to look for me. In the first place they couldn't have thought about this secret place' Nina said smiling confidently at Meena. 'But it's so dark here. Nothing is visible.' she said searching with outstretched hands, touching and feeling around.

'Of course. These are a pile saris and clothes. What else can you find inside a cupboard?' Meena mocked at her. 'Where do you think the other have hid?' she inquired feeling the chiffon sari against her cheek. 'This feels so soft. I wish my mom wore saris like these.'

A few minutes passed.

Tension grew between the two of them. Nina began biting her nails feverishly and was the first to speak 'What if the air inside gets over? We may die. I don't want to die so soon' Meena snapped back immediately 'Do you want to give up at this stage of the game. We have almost won. Everyone are caught except the two of us. Just sit quiet, you are not going to die.'

A few more minutes passed.

Nina had already begun to sob under her breath. A slight feeling of guilt crept into Meena's heart. 'Ok let's get out of this place and shock those gals out there. I am feeling hungry too'.

As the last word was uttered from her mouth they heard a loud cry 'caught you'. The game ended.


  1. Cute... yet not-so-cute. A children's game, with just a touch of chill.

  2. A game with an underlying motive and breath holding tension! nice!