HIStory 3: Trapped 圈套 – [Review]

Psycho Milk

You called me 59 times and left 15 voicemails.

You were really worried about me…..

If you can match this dialogue with the exact scene and expressions of Shao Fei’s and Tang Yi’s faces, then Congratulations! You have watched one of the best BL stories from the much-acclaimed Taiwanese BL series HIStory.

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A new home !


Finally, I have got myself a domain name and moved the blog to the new page: http://pratibhawrites.com/

What that means for you, is that you will have to subscribe to the new page if you were following the blog here or want to follow me now!

What it also means is I will have to subscribe to a lot of blogs via email now [ Already done for a lot of my favorite blogs ]

That’s all for now.

*Goes back to fixing the new page*

A scene from daily life

Try painting a picture with words-
show, not tell how you feel.
The intimacy of daily life,
the transient thoughts that
never are recorded formally;

A foggy evening with absolute silence,
suspense in the air
a hot cup of chocolate in your hands –

how will that appeal to you?
How will you feel in this setting?

me? I am on top of the world-
and literally, I am.
In my high rise apartment building –
it is as lonely and beautiful.

Almost Idyll, perhaps.


This poem was inspired by the Weekend Writing Prompt (word – Idyll | length limit – 84 words)
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The reason I think of him is that my mother mentioned that it is his death anniversary today. Years of looking at the black and white photo in our home, with a dry flower garland around it most days, I never realized the date. The year, I remembered – from the moment I could connect that the year on the photo was also the year I was born in.

The reason I mentioned him today was another relative being in similar pain, I heard he was before he died – he had oral cancer. My mother tells me about the days he would moan in pain and there was nothing anyone could do. There were not enough pain killers 30 years back. Nor was there any cure for him.

I do not know him enough. Just that he was a really good father, a simple honest man who died in pain, but content to see his family around him. My grandfather never saw the majority of kids of my generation in the family but my grandmother was sure, he picked us all before we left heaven to arrive on the earth.

the fading memories
walking through unknown trails
circling family lines


Haibun for Dverse Poets

What makes “me” ?

Earth, water, air, space, and void;
The physical me is this combined.
My mother’s lessons, my father’s hopes;
my siblings imprints on my thoughts.
shredding the cloak of childhood so safe,
the rebellious teens paved their own way.
stepping out of home, the adult me
blindly searched to recognize my voice
out of the air, ideas begin to emerge
verses call out, mostly out of rhythm;
rejecting all that is real, or should be dear
words become the face of who I want to be;
I become the words, the ideas, the songs
grounded in clouds, I fly along.


Written for dVerse Poetics Prompt

May love


I look forward
to scorching heats and hot winds
feasts of melons,mangoes
and fruity cocktails with it;
May is the summers
that I can curse and wish gone,
but not before I have made memories
from trip to the hills,
splashing in riverside,
and the road to quick get away parties.

I look forward to this May
Or perhaps, a reason
to be able to love
the way I did in those mountains.


Inspired by Prompt @ Imaginary Toads