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Weekly Photo Challenge- Summer Lovin’

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Weekly Photo Challenge- Summer Lovin’ – Show us something you love. It could be your favorite novel, the light of the moon on your deck at night, the beach on a hot day, or that special you-know-who. Get creative!

“An early-morning walk is a blessing for the whole day.”

Henry David Thoreau

 

This is my favorite place for morning walk in  summer.

 

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Vuda Park- Visakhapatnam

 

 

People’s Choice Contest Entry: Hope by Indira

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People’s Choice Contest Entry: Hope by Indira.

Friday Fictioneers- 18/7/2014/ OPTIMISM

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Copyright – Adam Ickes

 

Word Count 100

Humor

OPTIMISM

Life can be very boring, sitting the whole day in a corner, watching workers doing their job, even for a stuffed goat.

Do you believe in animism? I do. I have a soul like plants, winds, and mountains. I can’t speak but I can understand everything.

When one day one worker scolded her pretty daughter for not studying properly and failing in the same class again and again that if she fails one more time he will marry her off to me.

Since then life has become a bit interesting. I am waiting for her to fail.

Optimism makes life bearable.

 

The first version of FF

HOPE

I was assigned the most important job in the office to keep watch on fellow workers.

I knew they despised me and whispered to each other, ‘ see that back biter, sitting there a whole day like a stuffed goat, doing nothing and bleating all the time.’

I might have resigned long back but one day I overheard the boss threatening that pretty worker, ‘ look you silly goat! You make too many mistakes. One more mistake and I will make you marry that goat and resign.’

Since then I’m waiting for her to make a mistake. Hope keeps a man alive.

 

( Which one is better friends. Feedback please.)

 

 

 

 

 

A Photo a Week Challenge: Off-Centered

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A Photo a Week Challenge: Off-Centered– IN A NEW POST CREATED FOR THIS CHALLENGE, SHARE A PHOTO OR TWO WITH THE MAIN SUBJECT OF YOUR IMAGE NOT IN THE CENTER.

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Chaupati Beach- Mumbai

 

 

 

 

Daily Prompt- Now? Later!

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Now? Later!– We all procrastinate. Website, magazine, knitting project, TV show, something else — what’s your favorite procrastination destination?

 

I procrastinate only when I have to write story for writing challenges. My destination is always TV shows. I may criticize it, get bored or sleep while watching it but run to it to get some excuse for not writing.. On one pretext or another like entertainment is also necessary, I may learn from them dialog writing or any other silly excuse will do. Then there are always realities shows, news channels or animal kingdom cookery shows or any educational show which make me believe I’m getting some knowledge which may help me in writing.

There are all sorts of excuse I will cook up to procrastinate and watch TV.

 

This TV show is very boring.

Friday Fictioneers- 11 July 2014/ Drought

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Friday Fictioneers- hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple

 

PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright – Kelly Sands

 The truth is more horrifying than fiction.

Word Count- 103

Drought

The lone surviving daughter in her family Laxmi looked at the sky hopefully.

Dark clouds, lightning and thunder promised a good rain fall this year.

She hoped her parents might not have to sell her this year to repay their debts.

In the last three years many in their debt ridden village were compelled to sell their wives and daughter to survive the ravaging drought, an uninvited guest.

The meager money provided by the State and Union Govt. to the drought affected areas did not reach the small farmers and agricultural workers like them.

She sighed, ‘ it’s too early to be hopeful.’

 

 

(related link- Farmers selling wives and daughters to survive drought)

 

 

Friday Fictioneers-4 JULY 2014/ Revenge

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rochellewisofffieldsWhat does the photo prompt below say to you? Tell me in a hundred words.

PHOTO PROMPT, Copyright - Claire Fuller

Fiction

word count-101

 

Revenge

The muck, moss and pigeon poop on the statue made me feel sorry for the king whose statue it was.

He must have had a false notion that coming generations will remember and revere him as all arrogant egoists have.

Guide told me how he burdened his subjects with excessive taxes to raise funds for his statue and tortured people who could not pay. Many died of poverty, hard work and starvation.

I am sure they were reborn as pigeons.

Now they were taking revenge by pooping on his statue as he could not harm them, except giving them a glare.

 

( I love helpful criticism.)

 

 

Writing 101, Day Ten: favorite childhood meal

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Writing 101, Day Ten: Happy (Insert Special Occasion Here)!  –

 

Tell us about your favorite childhood meal — the one that was always a treat, that meant “celebration,” or that comforted you and has deep roots in your memory.

Free free to focus on any aspect of the meal, from the food you ate to the people who were there to the event it marked.

You own everything that happened to you. Tell your stories. If people wanted you to write warmly about them, they should have behaved better.

– Anne Lamott, Bird by Bird

 

Festival Food

The first though that comes with the childhood meals is food cooked by my mother. She was an excellent cook. She tried to learn new dishes to perfection to make us happy and stick to home food. Sweets, snacks, even simple food such as rice and dal made by her were delicious.

There are so many festivals in India and every festive meal has to be different according to season, availability of vegetables and fruits at that time. The best part in any festival was the arrival of my mausi(mother’s sister) with her three children. There was not much difference in our age so we were like friends.

Mausi will relieve my mother from cooking that day and ask us our favorite item and cook. She was a total contrast to my mother. Mother was loving, caring but strict and mausi was fun loving, cracking jokes and made us laugh all the time. She could not say harsh words to anyone.Our cousins were like her. Whole day we will sing, dance, play games, we really use to have great time.

I have not written anything about food because the fun we had in spending time together was greater than any delicacy of the world. What was cooked was of no importance to us at that age because whatever mausi cooked was heavenly anyway. Still what remembrance of that time still lingers with me is Suzy Halwa (Semolina Porridge) made with pure ghee flavored with elaichi decorated with lots of dry fruits which she called MohanBhog (Sweet made for Lord Krishna) was really great. I think, she made it with full attention with lots of love and care for us children was the secret of its heavenly taste.

More than the taste of food time spent with our relatives lingers on in my mind.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Writing 101, Day Four: Loss of a friend( series one)

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Writing 101, Day Four: The Serial Killer

Today, write about a loss. The twist: make this the first post in a three-post series.

 

The loss of a friend is like that of a limb; time may heal the anguish of the wound, but the loss cannot be repaired.

Robert Southey

 

Loss Of A Friend

Talking about loss! Everybody knows how it feels if you lose a friend

He was my friend since I was eight years old.

I was in class four. I walked to my school daily with my friends.There was a toy shop on my way to school.

He was lying there at bottom of the showcase facing the road, bright-eyed,there was a smile on his face.

I asked the shopkeeper how much it costs.

He said one rupee.

One Rupee? Means, twelve annas or sixty-four paisa?

In 1955 it was a lot of money. I used to get one paisa daily as my pocket-money. I started saving money and when  I saved one rupee I went to that shop. Looked for that toy and bought it.

After coming from school telling  everything to him became a habit. He listened attentively.

I can swear it smiled at funny incidents and once it has tears in his eyes when I told him how my craft teacher blamed me of cheating.

What happened that for craft test our class was asked to make clay fruits. I was quite good at that. But unfortunately that day my clay was too soft. I made lady finger and mango and colored it. It was looking beautiful.

One external teacher was there to examine it. When she took lady finger in her hand and saw that backside  has flattened a little. She became angry and accused me of cheating saying that I am too clever and made only front side well. I explained but she was adamant, my class teacher knew that I was an obedient, honest and hard-working student, she should have explained but to my surprise she kept mum.

I was very dejected and in tears.

So! Where I was?

Yes, my friend has tears in his eyes.

I told my elder sisters and sister-in-law but no one believed me.

They said I always imagine funny things.

Well! Why should I care whether one believes it or not I thought. Me and my friend were too happy with each other’s company.

Once  I had to go out of station with my mother. I told my sister-in-law to look after it.

After 15 days when we came back. My room was in a bad shape. Due to heavy rains some part of  the roof caved in and that too on belongings. Sister-in-law saved whatever she could not find my friend.

It was simply not there. Not even in broken or distorted condition.

I am sure not seeing me  for 15 days made it unhappy as it was the first time I have left it alone, so it deserted me.

I could not forget it for a long time. The loss was just too much to bear.

Still in a corner of my heart there was a faint hope of getting it back.

Secretly I kept the search on.

 

Writing 101, Day 2- Dream House.

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Writing 101, Day Two: A Room with a View (Or Just a View)

We’re all drawn to certain places. If you had the power to get somewhere — anywhere — where would you go right now? For your twist, focus on building a setting description.

A place belongs forever to whoever claims it hardest, remembers it most obsessively, wrenches it from itself, shapes it, renders it, loves it so radically that he remakes it in his own image.

– Joan Didion

 

 

Always living in a crowded area, in small flats without a garden, the insufficient place for pets suffocates me. I know I cannot afford a spacious bungalow but there is no harm dreaming about a house of my choice.

How much I would love to have a cozy cottage with a red-tiled roof on the hilltop, surrounded by the trees, bubbling with the breeze, overlooking the village full of houses, people, fields green with crops, cows, sheep, goats grazing around.

My hilltop house will have a beautiful small garden and enough space for my dog, cat to play around.

Since childhood, I’m attracted to mountains and hills so the village has to be surrounded by hills and yes, there has to be a river which I can view from the window, first thing in the morning.

 

 

 

 

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A Bit of Me in Every Key Stroke

The Art of Health

Lifestyle as Medicine

Mihran Kalaydjian's Official Blog

“You only live once, but if you do it right, once is enough.”

The Yellow Brick Ave

A journey of expression and compassion

kimbladeswriting

poetry and short stories

Pilgrimage Studio

A Journey of Spiritual Significance

As a Girl thinketh....

Love thyself for it's the only cure!

Prerna's blog

Speaking in a hundred silent ways

Picture Perfect Memories for life

Myriad memories frozen in time

A Journey Called Life ...

“Never forget that once upon a time, in an unguarded moment, you recognized yourself as a friend.” - E. Gilbert

Timeless Mind

All about self realisation, paranormal, dream interpretation and more

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