1.0PoohsDenhttps://www.ourowncorner.com/poohsdenVinithahttps://www.ourowncorner.com/poohsden/author/pooh_admin/rich600338<blockquote class="wp-embedded-content" data-secret="OPMNOvBakR"><a href="https://www.ourowncorner.com/poohsden/q-quienscence/">Q: Quiescence</a></blockquote><iframe sandbox="allow-scripts" security="restricted" src="https://www.ourowncorner.com/poohsden/q-quienscence/embed/#?secret=OPMNOvBakR" width="600" height="338" title="“Q: Quiescence” — PoohsDen" data-secret="OPMNOvBakR" frameborder="0" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" class="wp-embedded-content"></iframe><script type="text/javascript"> /* <![CDATA[ */ /*! This file is auto-generated */ !function(d,l){"use strict";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&"undefined"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!/[^a-zA-Z0-9]/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),c=new RegExp("^https?:$","i"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display="none";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute("style"),"height"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):"link"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute("src")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener("message",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener("DOMContentLoaded",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll("iframe.wp-embedded-content"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute("data-secret"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+="#?secret="+t,e.setAttribute("data-secret",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:"ready",secret:t},"*")},!1)))}(window,document); //# sourceURL=https://www.ourowncorner.com/poohsden/wp-includes/js/wp-embed.min.js /* ]]> */ </script> “Blank. Sterile. Vacant. Virginal. White. Pale. Empty. Void. Bare. Still” She uttered each word loud. Well-enunciated. Rolling her tongue, hitting the roof of her mouth. The sounds bouncing back and falling on her ears. She raked her mind for more words. More words to bounce on the walls. The four white walls surrounding her and closing in on her. “Scant. Unoccupied. Cavity. Bleak. Barren. Arid.” The words filled the room and the sound of her own voice modulated echoing from the walls irritated her. She tried thinking of more words to describe the walls around her. The perfect white walls without a blemish or a scar. “Dover White” – the shade was called. “This room calls for a holi celebration. Splash the Dover White walls with colour and water. Strain it with shades of pink and yellow and green. Blue and red and orange and violet” she declared turning her head towards color. The only color in the room came from the blinking red lights from the digital clock on the side table. 5:30 am and she swore quite colourfully. At the alarm clock, the white walls, and the outside world. She giggled as the crude words rang in her […]http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qO4T65zrjoI/UuZ5z7o53VI/AAAAAAAAL8Y/XONpAUJU98I/s1600/Q.jpg