I

It should have been the simplest theme. And yet writing "I" as a Shot may have been one of our most difficult ones so far. Wonder what that says about us :p 

	spell god in one letter. -Jason		it became blurry and blotchy under torrential rain. drop after drop it flowed from my eyes and my nose. until there was none but the knowledge: I am nothing without my Dream. -Nikita

Light

Word-ka Shots crosses a new milestone! 

10,000+ page views from people like YOU who have loved us over the last year and a half. You've kept us going for better or worse. 

We decided to make light of the moment and celebrate the only way we can. With Shots on the spot. We gave ourselves five minutes (no peeking), and came up...with this.
 Cheers!

 

	An indignant child got the moon he asked for in a basin full of water. I'm as indignant when it comes to you but for me well placed mirrors  will do the trick.		keep your windows open to dust. only then, can you see light.

Infinity

April being the cruelest month and all, we got our old pal Rakhee Panth in as Guest Writer to shake things up. She has a refreshing style, different from both your faithful writers. 

I could go on and on. But I'll let the Shots do the talking.

 

	Sapphire sky (New moon hung low) A fear it will be restless red again. Whoever said The journey of a thousand miles Begins, with a single step  -Rakhee		we walk together lock, stock, baggage and all. they smirk, and wonder how far we'll go. the end of the world. and a little more. -Nikita

Night

	What happens in the dark; rarely stays in the dark.  -Jason		when tired rules are put to rest and Pain and Trouble come grudgingly to bed finer things will rise and come to life behind closed eyes. day after day, I wait for that time. -Nikita

Audacity

A little love from Word-ka Shots reader, Prakriti (see her comment here) got us SO kicked, we had the audacity to put everything else on hold and take up her suggestion for this week's shot.

Many thanks and Cheers, Prakriti!

	Wherever they go,  "The audacity muffled whispers of broken hearts will follow them.  to love again." -Jason		they beat them all out of me. and yet, everyday I go to sleep. in the hope that tonight, again, I will dream. -Nikita

Broken

	i said        -- catch-- before realizing i was playing with myself.  -Jason		by night I walk on clouds made of words; your words spoken over and over on my chin my feet my tongue my teeth. By day I see fluff; the stuff my dreams were made of is on the floor. -Nikita

Forbidden

	you can see it in the way he looks at him it is clear like glass almost invisible at times and as present but this Adam is deeply aware and afraid of shame as this time there is no Eve to bear the blame. -Jason		My naïve eyes are held hostage by your trained glance. I pull away. And fix them on something pretty. Damsels in Distress do not lust for Villains -Nikita

Call

We're calling on you to guess again. Think you know us? Tell us who wrote which. And this time, tell us why you think so too...

	After fearing it And failing it And turning it down, It found us. On a crackling line And a borrowed call. We didn't say much. You called Only To hear my voice.		all souls wait (patiently) for  tremors that reverberate through the essence of who we are. some immortal words can bind two souls  but both must only if both answer the call.

Rust

.Sometimes a thing could be said to possess life because it shows signs of decay
.Here's our take on rust. Let us know what you think

	They cast you     in a different die     and you outshone us     with twisted smiles,     replaced us     with metallic lies,     and left us     stone faced and debased.     With no choice,     we prayed to God-     and He sent us rain. -Jason		Bright, defiant, bold.     And yet, not red;     She colored neglected benches     and pipes in the shed.     Painted a grin of dust     On their surly heads.     Still, everybody looks     At Rain in awe.     And Rust     is always looked down upon.     -Nikita

New

	Flipping over the last few pages made me evolve. But; From books we are and to books we shall return. -Jason		Two roads diverged     in a wood     And everyone     rushed       to take        the road less traveled by     I chose      the beaten path     and decided     to leave  new footprints     behind.     -Nikita