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Murder In The Valley

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If you are interested in reading a good murder mystery then go for it.


There has been  a murder in the valley, in a hotel next to the gym on the 12th alley.

But  the people are super excited, for one, something happened in their otherwise  boring little place,

plus who wouldn’t like to see some live action, hunt and  chase.

As for the police, they have promised a fast action and not let  the case go cold,

a stance which has been applauded by one and all who had never  seen them so brave and bold.

A budding actor, a builder, a small  restaurant owner and all those who thought a little exposure could do wonder,

their time has come and they can shine if they tread cautiously and don’t  blunder.

In a bid to appear generous, the mayor offered money and house  to the family members of the deceased and for that he has been praised,

but that  no one has come…

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Mundane Monday Challenge #78 : Learn Photography

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Quest- The daily Post

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Quest-daily Post/photo challenges

This fellow is definitely searching for food or its mate.

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Saint Kabir

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Friday Fictioneers– Hosted by Rochelle Wisoff.

( My story is actually not fiction story but i take this prompt as an opportunity to write about my mother and my favorite poet.)

PHOTO PROMPT © Shaktiki Sharma

PHOTO PROMPT © Shaktiki Sharma Thanks Shaktiki for this prompt, it reminded me of my childhood.


Mother used to tell me stories of saints  while grinding spices and grains in the afternoon. My favorite was Saint Kabir’s.

She will sing his couplets and will explain its meaning.

She told me how Kabir was threatened by both Muslims and Hindus for criticizing them for their wrong interpretation of their religion.

She told me how that after his death Hindus and Muslims both went to claim his body but found nothing except some flowers instead of his body.

She explained that it is symbolic. Saints are above religion and caste. They are like flowers whose fragrance we should appreciate.




There are numerous couplets/words of wisdom by Kabir, I remember two couplets prominently-


Pahan pooje hari mile, to mein poojo pahar

Taate ye chaki bhali peece khaye sansar.

(If one can meet God by worshiping stone then I’ll worship mountain. Grinding stone is better than that, at least world can grind grains and eat.)

Kankar, pathar jod ke Maszid layi chunay

Ta chade mulla bang de, kya bahara hua khuday

( With stones they build Maszid and shout his name from the roof top as if God has become deaf.)


If God be within the mosque, then to whom does this world belong?
If Ram be within the image which you find upon your pilgrimage,
then who is there to know what happens without?
Hari is in the East, Allah is in the West.
Look within your heart, for there you will find both Karim and Ram;
All the men and women of the world are His living forms.
Kabir is the child of Allah and of Ram: He is my Guru, He is my Pir.

~ Kabir Translated by Rabindranath Tagore.

Happy Anniversary with!

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5 Year Anniversary Achievement

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Sally D’s Mobile Photography Challenge: Black and White/Landscape

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Sally D’s Mobile Photography Challenge: Black and White

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Stubborn- The Daily Post

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Stubborn- The Daily Post

When you think you are just

Is a must

Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge: Things with Engines or Motors

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Cee’s Odd Ball Photo Challenge: 2016 Week 30

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Cee’s Odd Ball Photo Challenge: 2016 Week 30

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Limerick Challenge Week 30: Antonyms

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Limerick Challenge Week 30: Antonyms

I am brave and strong I can win every fight   

I am not a coward believe in my might

but never dear

bring ever near

A cockroach and trust me I’ll die of its sight