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Friday Fictioneers- Biography of a film studio

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Studio Lights from Kent


word count- 104


Biography of a film studio


I am an abandoned film studio.

Once upon a time I was well-known and full of activities. Directors on high chairs once shouted through their megaphone — Silence, Camera, Rolling and Action!

Today as Indian film industry is celebrating its 100th anniversary, I, which was once the launching pad for many superstars and legends is thirsting for a little recognition and remembrance.

No one comes here; in fact nobody even remembers that I was a studio that once upon a time was a major part of this industry.

Today I am nothing but the ruins of my glorious past.


Heritage Studios of Mumbai Some of the biggest studios of the 1920s and 1930s now lie in ruins.)

A Word A Week Photograph Challenge – Contrast

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A Word A Week Photograph Challenge – Contrast

Nature has so many colors, each one stands out in contrast to other.















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“If every day is an awakening, you will never grow old. You will just keep growing.”

-Gail Sheehy





When you become a parent, you look at your parents differently. You look at being a child differently. It’s an awakening, a revelation that you have.

-Philip Seymour Hoffman


Father and daughter

 A religious awakening which does not awaken the sleeper to love has roused him in vain.

Jessamyn West

Who looks outside, dreams. Who looks inside, awakens.
Carl Jung



Weekly Photo Challenge: Street Life

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Weekly Photo Challenge: Street Life

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Five Sentence Fiction – Companion

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Five Sentence Fiction – Companion

Someone said ” Truth is stranger than fiction” methinks funny and lovely also.





He was my companion just for three years and in three years he taught me a lot of things, such as humor, selfless love, how to get whatever he wanted without even muttering a word and how to listen patiently before succumbing suddenly to his undiagnosed illness.

Once when he was one year old, he came running to me, kept his head on my stomach and started whining, I patted him with love and scratched his ears thinking that he was missing me and needs a little pampering.

Just then my maid servant came running furiously, she asked me not to pamper the scoundrel as he had pulled down my mother’s freshly washed white sari and was stamping on it with muddy feet and now the cunning fellow has the guts to seek your sympathy as he was sure to get a smack from her.

The reason behind this was that he got a scolding from my mother for digging out all the newly planted saplings while playing in the garden and was warned not to enter the garden again.

My adorable dog Kutkut  showed his displeasure in this way.

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My affectionate dog Kutkut

Six Word Story Challenge: Friends

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Six Word Story Challenge: Friends

My Story- Friends


” Friends never take friends for granted.”



” Friendship knows no bounds, only love.”

FRIDAY FICTIONEERS- 28 MARCH 2014/ Wise Traditions

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Friday Frictioneers-28 MARCH 2014

Copyright-John Nixon

word count 104



Radha was going to get married today but as per the village tradition; she was to marry a mango tree first.

She tied a red sacred thread to the tree trunk, embraced it, put her cheek on it, and then proceeded to marry her real husband.

To fight the menace of  dowry system,  villagers of  Dharhara  has made it a tradition to plant ten mango trees with the birth of each girl child so by the time they grow up,  revenue from its fruits are enough for their dowry and wedding expenses and the mango tree acts as the real guardian of the girls.


A girl gets "married" to a mango tree

Related article (Mango girls of India fight female infanticide)

Sunday Stills, the next challenge: Potluck/Aerial view of Visakhapatnam.

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Sunday Stills, the next challenge: Potluck


Aerial view of Visakhapatnam.



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Copyright -Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Copyright -Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Word count- 100

Fiction( based on true story)


I was transferred to another city on promotion .There was no one to look after my ninety-year old grandmother; after my parents’ demise and I was against keeping her in the old age home, so I left her in our old house with a female attendant as a temporary arrangement till I get some accommodation there.

Newspaper headline ‘…Rape victim 93…...’was enough to give me nightmares.

I came back, ran up the stairs calling grandma, she was there sitting in the easy chair looking very vulnerable. I hugged her and made arrangements to take her immediately with me, forever.


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This house was looking like a haunted house.




These students were running for awareness for Breast Cancer, stopped for water.


Under a very big, old tree these new leaves were asking for attention.





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