Rekha's Ramblings

  Today’s Writing Prompt: When was the last time you screamed and why? This blog is going to be in four parts. Part 4 The original prompt was exactly that — When was the last time you screamed and why? Hmm, that’s not a hard one to figure out. I scream a lot — several times a day, in fact. People often say I don’t have an indoor voice. I’m always loud. I laugh loud, argue loud, cheer loud. I suppose I was born a screamer . But things have changed as I’ve grown older. So I changed the question to: Screaming then vs. now — how my voice has changed I’ve always been loud. As a girl in 70s India, that was my quiet rebellion — to never be quiet. When I was younger, my screams were raw — all fire, no filter. I would shout back at rules, family, injustice — anyone who tried to box me in. My father encouraged it. Never shrink , he said. Never whisper when you can shout . Now, my scream has grown up with me.  It’s softer (questionable) sometimes, but it cuts deepe...

  Today’s Writing Prompt: When was the last time you screamed and why? This blog is going to be in four parts. Part 3 The original prompt was exactly that — When was the last time you screamed and why? Hmm, that’s not a hard one to figure out. I scream a lot — several times a day, in fact. People often say I don’t have an indoor voice. I’m always loud. I laugh loud, argue loud, cheer loud. I suppose I was born a screamer. But with age, things have changed. So I changed the question: When was the last time you held your scream in? I was born a screamer — I had to be, literally and otherwise. There were a billion people, and I had to make myself heard.  But with time, I realized I could scream differently. Not every scream needed to be out loud. These days, my biggest scream isn’t always a shout — it’s these words. Every time I write a truth that makes people uncomfortable, that’s me screaming. Every time I hit publish on something raw and real, that’s me sc...