A Wannabe

Written for the Friday Fictioneers – a story in 100 words or less. Thanks to Rochelle for hosting this marvelous challenge and Claire Fuller for the photo prompt. Click here for more stories on this prompt.

(c) Claire Fuller

A Wannabe

Words 99

Brilliant, scintillating displays, thronging galleries and witty banter captivated her.

Bewitched and compelled, she fashioned a shelf and put up a messy yarn.

Few spared her bare shelves more than a cursory glance.

Hesitant and unsure, she scrabbled around for tips and tricks.

Sticks and stones found a place on her shelf, as did knick-knacks and baubles.

Pleased, she admired her fast filling shelves. Until her eye fell on the glittering galaxies.

She heaved a despondent sigh. She was a square peg, maybe she should…


It has been just a year with the fulfillment of a lifetime.


Thank you for your company, support and encouragement on this super-fantastic journey. Today I complete 365 days of blogging 🙂

Just 4 Fun #10

Here’s wishing everyone a super week ahead🙂


Never mind! Help is at hand with the all new Diet spoon😀


With the festival season around the corner, we are going to need this and more!

A/N. Over the week, we tend to get a lot of jokes and life philosophies as shares. Some are too good to pass up. Here I share those that appealed to me or tickled my funny bone. Hope you like them too. Please note none of this is stuff is mine – I am just keeping the fun going!

If you too have something worth sharing do leave your link in the comment box or create a pingback to this post.

Have a great week ahead and don’t forget to have some fun too.


The Colored One

Look what I found this week – A pink tree!


Never seen anything like it before – have you?

For Becca’s Sunday Trees -258

CFFC: Shades of Red

Cee’s fun foto challenge this week is Vibrant Colors. For some reason, I seem to have only reds! I hope you like🙂


“Stop waiting for Prince Charming. Get up and find him. The poor idiot may be stuck in a tree or something.” Author unknown


“Good friends, good books and a sleepy conscience: this is the ideal life.” Mark Twain


“I don’t know half of you half as well as I should like; and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve.” ― J.R.R. Tolkien


“When traveling with someone, take large doses of patience and tolerance with your morning coffee” – Helen Hayes


“Adults are just outdated children.” Dr Seuss


“A party without cake is just a meeting.” Julia Child


“It is such a happiness when good people get together — and they always do.”
Jane Austen

The last one is of course my favorite – which one is yours?


SPF: Food for Thought


Food for thought

 Words 201

“Son, write an application…”

“For what?”

“There is an opening for a typist…”

“I don’t want to be a typist!”

“Son, it’s a Government post.”

“I don’t care. I want to…”

“You don’t understand! A Government job is permanent. It also means full benefits, medical insurance…”

“But there is no scope of growth.”

“That’s not true! Look at me. I joined as a peon and now I am head clerk.”

“What about job satisfaction? I will die of boredom.”

“Forget that! If you get this job, you will never have to worry about putting food on the table.”

“But I want more! I want to make a difference. I want a car, a house and a bank balance.”

“Aren’t you being overambitious?”

“No Father. With my own startup…”

“Startup! That’s a very risky proposition. What if it fails?”

“Father, didn’t you take a risk when you left the village? You had no money, skills or qualifications. You didn’t even know Hindi or English. Did Grandfather stop you from taking the risk?”

“I had no choice! We had no food to eat. It was a matter of life and death.”

“And for me, this job would be a living death.”


Written for the Sunday Photo Fiction – a story in 200 words or less based on the photo prompt given above. For more stories on this prompt click here

Thanks for dropping by  – how about a little note?😀

CWW: Paths & Ways

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The Cellular Jail, also known as Kala Pani was a colonial prison in the Andaman and Nicobar Islands, India.

“It is said that no one truly knows a nation until one has been inside its jails. A nation should not be judged by how it treats its highest citizens, but its lowest ones.” ― Nelson Mandela

Walkway around Sikander Lodi’s tomb

“Solitude is the path to visit yourself, it is the path to yourself!” ― Mehmet Murat ildan


“You were born with wings, why prefer to crawl through life?” Rumi


“The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.” Robert Frost


“Our separation of each other is an optical illusion of consciousness.” Albert Einstein

I know I am very late this week but I hope you enjoyed the paths -visit Cee’s page for awesome pics.

For readers of Moonshine, here's Chapter 93 and Calvin :D




Written for Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers – a story in 100 words or less. Thanks Rochelle for being our gracious host and of course the beautiful photo prompt. For more stories on this prompt click here.

Photo Prompt (c) Rochelle Wisoff-Fields


 Words 100

Damned electricity. Why hadn’t the inverter auto-started? Had that conked off too? She needed to lodge a complaint – but where?

Clueless, she hobbled to the kitchen. She lit the lamps. He would have never known where they were. She felt better. She would manage. She always had. It was he who had sat around doing nothing.

Drip. Drip. That dratted tap. At this rate, her tanks would empty. What would she do then?

Surely he could have fixed that? Inconsiderate and careless as usual, she fumed.

She looked up and shook her fist.

Couldn’t you have booked my tickets too?


Thanks for reading.





# Fridayfood: Veggies

Y at Priorhouse has started a new challenge (thankfully a monthly challenge!) – Food. And this month the topic is veggies.

For this challenge, I chose something that doubles as a fruit and a vegetable. Technically it is a fruit but most people in India cook and eat it as a vegetable. Handling, cutting and dicing the raw fruit is a sticky, messy, dicey business and one must remember to lather the hands (and knife) with oil otherwise you are likely to be stuck forever and ever😀

Okay, any idea what I am talking about? Difficult if you are not from this part of the world. This fruit is native to South and Southeast Asia and is believed to have originated in the Western Ghats of India.

Okay without any further ado – have a look:



Can you make out anything? Okay another closer shot for you.


Yep that’s the jack fruit


See the white gooey stuff near the neck? That is the stuff to watch out for, when handling the raw fruit.

When ripe, it is extremely sweet and fleshy. It has a distinct all pervading odor which can be rather overpowering. Keeping the ripe fruit in the refrigerator can be risky as everything is likely to reek of jack fruit. The inside of the jack fruit is composes of pods or bulbs each of which holds a seed. The seeds are cooked and eaten as well, though they are covered with a thick inedible cover which has to be removed.

While the vegetable avatar is quite popular all over the country and is available as chips, the fruit version (at least as far as I know) is consumed only by the Bengali community in India – anyone care to correct me? There are two varieties of the fruit pods. One is small, fibrous, soft, mushy and terribly sweet. If one is not careful while eating this, it can slip down the throat and cause choking – been there done that! I prefer the other variety which is crisp and chewy and is also less sweet.

By the way, the jack fruit is the national fruit of Bangladesh.

Hope you liked my offering for this month’s food – happy eating🙂

Just 4 Fun #9

Yikes! I was having so much fun I forgot it was Monday😦 Oh well somewhere it is still  Monday. Have a super week ahead😀


Psst… I have a sneaking suspicion he is just pretending not to know😉

And here’s a heartwarming video of Kham Lah in Thailand who rushed into the river to save her friend who she thought was drowning

A/N. Over the week, we tend to get a lot of jokes and life philosophies as shares. Some are too good to pass up. Here I share those that appealed to me or tickled my funny bone. Hope you like them too. Please note none of this is stuff is mine – I am just keeping the fun going!

If you too have something worth sharing do leave your link in the comment box or create a pingback to this post.

Have a great week ahead and don’t forget to have some fun too.

Story Club #4: Games People Play

Welcome to the fourth round of the Story Club. As announced earlier, Ramya is hosting this month’s story. Her choice of story is “In a Grove” by Ryunosuke Akutagawa. If you haven’t read it yet, it’s not too late. Read it here and join the discussion.

This week’s story is a treat to read and on a topic that has always fascinated me. How interpretation of scenarios/events differ according to mindsets and perceptions. Take for instance, the flash fiction challenges based on a photo prompt. Yet, amazingly, the stories that come up are as diverse as can be.

This is exactly what this story discusses – how different people perceive and narrate a scene leaving the reader thoroughly confused as to what exactly had happened. What I found most intriguing about this story is can the ghost’s version be relied upon? Is that the ‘real’ truth? Or is the medium including his or her own perception of the ghost’s narration? What do you think?

In a Grove is an out and out whodunit without the denouement. And it goes without saying that the author has done a great job – he has entertained and left a permanent impression by virtue of his style of telling a tale.

Interestingly, Akutagawa had a highly publicized dispute with Jun’ichirō Tanizaki over the importance of structure versus lyricism in story. Akutagawa argued that structure, how the story was told, was more important than the content or plot of the story, whereas Tanizaki argued the opposite. Six months ago, I would have vehemently supported Tanizaki but now I am not so sure. Although I am not willing to completely give up on the supremacy of the plot in a story but I do get what Akutagawa was rooting for. Whom do you support?

Ryunosuke Akutagawa (1 March 1892 – 24 July 1927) is considered to be the Father of Japanese short stories. Akutagawa’s mother passed away soon after his birth due to mental illness and his maternal uncle brought him up. Akutagawa was very concerned about inheriting his mother’s illness. His apprehensions, hallucinations and subsequent nervousness drove him to suicide at 35 years of age. During a very short span, Akutagawa wrote over 150 short stories. He also wrote haiku under the penname Gaki, but not many seem to have been translated to English.

Rashomon was Akutagawa’s first short story. Interestingly, the famous Japanese filmmaker, Akira Kurosawa’s acclaimed film Rashomon is based on the plot of In a Grove rather than that the short story, Rashomon, from where he takes only a few scenes and of course the name of his movie.

Credit goes to both Akutagawa and Akira Kurosawa for highlighting the concept of mutually contradictory accounts of a single event which is a common occurrence in real life, such as journalism and law. This concept is now popularly called “The Rashōmon Effect.”. Several movies also explore this concept – Gone Girl (Hollywood) and Talvar (Bollywood) come instantly to the mind. As do Agatha Christie murder mysteries. But I have to admit I couldn’t quite connect the Rashomon Effect to Star Trek – anyone kind enough to explain?

That’s enough from me for this Story Club and over to Ramya’s blog for her analysis and views on the story of the month – In a Grove.

Thanks for reading. If anyone wishes to join the Story Club (including this one) most welcome. Just post a review and link back to this post. Or you could host the next month’s Story Club🙂

You can read the other Story Club posts (and [flexi] rules) here (only the first 3 posts!). If you have any questions, feel free to email me at mysilverstreaks@gmail.com.

The Loner

Baisaran, Pahalgam, Jammu & Kashmir, India

I don’t want to be alone, I want to be left alone – Audrey Hepburn

For Becca’s Sunday Trees – 257

FFfAW #84: The Visitation


The Visitation

Words 175

 “Ready Mala?” Rahul called. “Ma’s online.”

Mala applied sindoor, pasted a bindi and decorously draped a scarf over her head.

“Namaste Mother.” She folded her hands and greeted her mother-in-law from halfway across the world.

“Sacrilege! Your arms are bare!”

“The bangles make such a racket in the library…”

“Is the auspicious tinkle of bangles a racket? If the tinkle is silenced…” She choked.

“Ma!” Rahul butted in. “Let me show you our apartment.” Mala nudged him. “We just shifted, so it’s a bit messy.”

“Is that the kitchen? Where are the spices, pulses? All I can see are sauce bottles…alcohol?”

“That’s wine.”

Alcohol. This is why I was against you going abroad.”

“Look Ma, canned beans. Ready to eat, no need to cook…”

“What! No cooking? No wonder you are all skin and bones.”

“I am fine Ma.”

“Forget bangles, she can’t cook for you or control your drinking. How will she bring up her children? Look after us?”

“Ma please…”

“Book my tickets. I will teach her how to run a home.”


Written for PJ’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (a story in 100 -175 words) on the photo prompt provided by Maria of Doodles and Scribbles. Thanks Maria for the photo and PJ for hosting (and welcome back!).

A/N For those who are not familiar, in India, sindoor or vermilion is applied on the parting of the hair by married women. They are also expected to adorn themselves with other symbols of their wedded status (bindi – usually a red dot at the center of the forehead and bangles, toe rings etc). Unmarried girls may wear the bindi and bangles but not the sindoor. Traditionally, widows were expected to wear only white and shun all jewelry and color. Things are changing rapidly and today it is common to see widows wearing colored dresses and/or jewelry, yet attitudes and mindsets need a major overhauling.

And an announcement!

It’s Story Club time. This month, the story club is being hosted by Ramya and the story this month is “In a Grove” by Ryunosuke Akutagawa. Ramya will be posting her views and analysis of the short story on Monday, 17th October 2016. Do read the story (link given above) and drop in for a read here and there. But even better, post your own views and link it to the Story Club #4 post (to be posted on Monday) so that we can all head over for a read. Comments and views in the Reply box are also welcome. Anyone interested in hosting the next story club -please raise your hand😀 If you wish to know how the Story Club works, click here or you can email me at mysilverstreaks@gmail.com.

Thank you for visiting – have a grand weekend🙂


SPF: The Unfit Miss


The Unfit Miss

 Words 201

“Trupti is such a tomboy.”

“Ouch! Don’t pull my cheeks.”

“What do you want to be when you grow up?”

“I want to be a horse rider.”

“She is joking. She wants to be a teacher. Right Trupti? Sit properly.”

“Yes Mother.”

“You are late. Where were you?”

“Playing cricket.”

“Hoyden! What will people say?”

“Why should I care about people?”

“When you live in a society, you have to care about people. Especially girls.”

“Then I don’t want to be a girl.”

“Can I go and see the late night show with my friends?”


“Why not? Sameer goes. And he is 4 years younger.”

“Don’t argue.”

“Why not?”

“Good girls don’t argue.”

“I don’t want to be a good girl.”

“Mind your tongue. Your husband will thrash you.”

“If he does, then I will thrash him too.”

“Oh God, please give this girl some sense.”

“I have a lot of sense. It’s other people who talk nonsense.”

“Such arrogance is not seemly for a girl.”

“Why not?”

“How will you adjust with your in-laws?”

“Why can’t they adjust?”

“Girls are expected to adjust.”

“That’s not fair!”

“Why can’t you be like everyone else?”

“But that would be so boring.”


Written for the Sunday Photo Fiction – a story in 200 words or less based on the photo prompt. For more stories on this prompt click here

For readers of Moonshine, here's Chapter 92 and poor Calvin :D


Glimpses of Durga Puja

Durga Puja is easily the most important festival of the Bengali community of India. Goddess Durga, the ten-armed goddess, is revered as the Mother of the universe and the Power (Shakti) behind the work of creation, preservation, and destruction of the world.

Durga Puja (or the worship of Goddess Durga) is not just a religious event it is also a social and cultural festival, where the community suspends all routine activity to  collectively submerge itself in worship, art, music, dance and of course food. Interestingly, artists put their all to recreate their vision of the Mother and after the celebrations, the idol, a work of art, hard labor and reverence is immersed in the waters. This is believed to symbolize the formlessness of the Supreme Being, impermanence of life and the cycle of birth and re-birth and the importance of non-attachment.

It is almost impossible to capture the enthusiasm, beauty, innovation, vision, passion and creativity of the myriad artists (not to mention the tireless audience) who make Durga Puja such a vibrant festival yet I couldn’t resist sharing a few images:



Just add a dash of color


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A closer look at the skirt material


An artist creates a painting of the Goddess on stage during a sitar recital

And the Dhaaki (drummer) without whom Puja could never be Puja


Already waiting for the the next Durga Puja😀

If, like me, you are hungry for more, feast your eyes on more such gorgeous visual delights – click here

Thank you for visiting.

For readers of Moonshine, here's Chapter 91 and Calvin

CFFC: Hoping to See Red

Cee’s fun foto challenge for this week is Dark Red. Here is my eclectic collection of reds.

On the sea:

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Ross Island, Andaman and Nicobar Islands, India

and on air


On the ground

Lodhi Gardens, New Delhi, India


and another aiming for the sky

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Hawa Mahal (Palace of winds), Jaipur, India

And of course, flowers

But my favorite red these days is undoubtedly this one😉😀

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I take your leave until Wednesday. Mother Goddess is dropping in for a brief visit, bringing with her much joy, cheer, festivities, and feasting🙂

Wishing you all a very happy and auspicious Durga Puja.

If you miss me (well I can hope!) you can explore my blog. Click here for more info About this Blog or simply browse the photos indexed in the Clicks and Pics page or read the short stories listed in Bunch of Short Stories.

Do let me know you were here🙂


Photo copyright Ceayr



Words 102



She froze in her tracks. She couldn’t face him. Not now. Please God.

Drawing the parka hood closer, she pasted a smile. “Hi.”

“Where the hell have you been?” His eyes searched her, probing, questioning…

Chavvi turned away before realization hit and pity flared. “I have to go.”

“Wait! What are you hiding? Why are you ignoring my messages?”

Goaded, Chavvi let the parka hood fall. “Like what you see?” Her eyes glittered with unshed emotions, and more.

“I can’t say I do.”

Her heart broke some more.

His lips twisted. “But when did ‘like’ have anything to do with love?”


Written for the Friday Fictioneers, a story in 100 words or less. Thanks Rochelle for hosting and Ceayr for the beautiful photo. Click here for more amazing stories on this prompt.

For readers of Moonshine, here's Chapter 90 and Calvin

COB: Splash of Silver

Ready to walk the ramp and show off her fall colors😀


Premature greying or did she snitch a jar of Fair and Lovely😉


Visit Cee’s page for more odd ball photos.

SPF: The New Age Fairy Tale


The New Age Fairy Tale

Words 200

“Tulika! Don’t be a fool! Come away from the ledge.” Naina urged.

“Aakash dumped me. I flunked my exams.” Tulika wept.

“So what? You can try again!”

“It’s all over for me. But you won’t understand. You are brilliant.”


“You cleared the Army Officer’s exam.”

“You don’t know anything about me or my journey. Would you like to know?”

Tulika nodded. Naina pulled her to safety.

“My husband died when I was expecting. My in-laws kicked me out.”


“Homeless and unemployed, I contemplated ending my life. But I couldn’t afford to wallow in self-pity or wait for my knight in shining armor. I had to rebuild my life – for my son, for myself.


“I shifted to my parents. I took up a teaching job. But I wanted more. I zeroed in on the army.”

“But getting in is tough!”

“Nothing worthwhile is easy.”

“What about your son?”

“Mother took care of him. I would get up at 4 am for physical training before school. Evenings were for my son. And nights for studying.”

“You are brilliant.”

“I failed the entrance exams four times.”

Tulika was silent.


“I think we need to rewrite our fairy tales.”


Inspired by a true story

Written for the Sunday Photo Fiction – a story in 200 words or less. Click here for more stories on this prompt.

For readers of Moonshine, here's Chapter 89 and Calvin

CFFC: Go Green

Green is one of my favorite colors. I am partial to the dark green but today the photos highlight the lighter shade of green in keeping with the theme of Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge this week – Light Green.

Let me start with the one I am not too sure if it is light green but nevertheless a favorite color – sea green🙂

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The vastness of the sea makes me feel limitless and boundless and that perhaps is the greatness of the sea.


This view is close to what I woke up to as a child. I can still hear the whoosh of the rushing waters as it lulled me to sleep…

Enough of the maudlin stuff! On to some fun and games.


That’s what I call green on green😀 How about some red on green?


Hmm the grass could have been greener dont you think? Like the lawns over here

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Yep that’s the green version of the photo here. Now that I tricked you into visiting that page (only if you haven’t seen it before) here’s another fresh (green) photo😀


Hope you liked the pics – Thank you for visiting🙂

3-Day Quote Challenge #3

On the final day of the 3-day quote challenge (the other two are here and here) I bring you some of my favorite humor quotes. They never fail to tickle my funny bone😀

I was gratified to be able to answer promptly, and I did. I said I didn’t know. Mark Twain

 Anyone who isn’t confused doesn’t really understand the situation. Edward R. Murrow

I have had my results for a long time: but I do not yet know how I am to arrive at them. Karl Friedrich Gauss

He is one of those people who would be enormously improved by death. Saki

I like work: it fascinates me. I can sit and look at it for hours. Jerome K Jerome

I don’t like money actually, but it quiets the nerves. Joe E Lewis

Procrastination is the art of keeping up with yesterday. Don Marquis

By the time we’ve made it, we’ve had it. Malcolm Forbes

My pessimism extends to the point of even suspecting the sincerity of the pessimists. Jean Rostand

Always remember that you are absolutely unique. Just like everyone else. Margeret Mead

And some really foot in the mouth quotes😉

There is no reason anyone would want a computer in their home.
Ken Olson, president, chairman and founder of Digital Equipment Corporation, 1977

I think there is a world market for maybe five computers. Thomas Watson (1874-1956), Chairman of IBM, in 1943

640K ought to be enough for anybody. Bill Gates in 1981

Rail travel at high speeds above 20 miles per hour is not possible, because passengers, unable to breathe, would die of asphyxia. Dr. Dionysius Lardner (1793 – 1859)

I confess that in 1901, I said to my brother Orville that man would not fly for fifty years. Wilbur Wright (1908)

This ‘telephone’ has too many shortcomings to be seriously considered as a means of communication. The device is inherently of no value to us. Western Union internal memo (1876)

Heavier-than-air flying machines are impossible. Lord Kelvin (1895)

Radio has no future. Lord Kelvin (1897)

We don’t like their sound, and guitar music is on the way out. Decca Recording Company while declining to sign The Beatles (1963).

On an interesting related note, did you know :

George Orwell’s Animal Farm was initially rejected as “unconvincing”.

Joseph Heller’s Catch-22 was rejected as “not funny on any intellectual level”

John le Carré‘s first spy novel, The Spy Who Came in from the Cold, was passed from one publisher to another with the withering comment: “You’re welcome to le Carré – he hasn’t got any future.”

Herman Melville’s Moby-Dick was questioned “First, we must ask, does it have to be a whale?”

Have a super week ahead and keep those fingers dancing🙂

If you have any favorites quotes, do share them – thanks for visiting.

Just 4 Fun #8

Here’s wishing everyone a super week ahead😀


In another bit of interesting news, did you know proposals could be injurious to health? Check out the video at the end of the page if you don’t have time to read😀

A/N. Over the week, we tend to get a lot of jokes and life philosophies as shares. Some are too good to pass up. Here I share those that appealed to me or tickled my funny bone. Hope you like them too. Please note none of this is stuff is mine – I am just keeping the fun going!

If you too have something worth sharing do leave your link in the comment box or create a pingback to this post.

Have a great week ahead and don’t forget to have some fun too.

The Showstoppers

Photo snitched from Svkuki


And a budding showstopper


“And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.” ― Haruki Murakami

For Becca’s Sunday Trees – 255

3-Day Quote Challenge #2

Here I am again with another bunch of quotes. I am participating in the Three day Three quote challenge albeit a revised version😀 You can find Day 1 quotes (and rules) here. Please feel free to join the challenge – all are welcome🙂

Today, I bring to you assorted quotes for the beleaguered writer😀

Sometimes what seems like surrender isn’t surrender at all. It’s
about what’s going on in your own heart. About seeing clearly the way life is and accepting it and being true to it, whatever the pain, because the pain of not being true to it is far, far greater. Nicholas Evans

It is not because things are difficult that we do not dare; it is because we do not dare that they are difficult. Seneca

My whole career can be summed up with ‘Ignorance is bliss.’ When you do not know better, you do not really worry about failing. Jeff Foxworthy

Formatting is no substitute for writing. Leslie Lamport

God is really only another artist. He invented the giraffe, the elephant, and the cat. He has no real style. He just keeps on trying other things. Pablo Picasso

I love my rejection slips. They show me I try.  Sylvia Plath

Dew knot trussed yore spell chequer two fined awl yore mistakes. Brendan Hills

This book fills a much-needed gap. Moses Hadas

I always wanted a happy ending… Now I’ve learned, the hard way, that some poems don’t rhyme, and some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it without knowing what’s going to happen next. Delicious ambiguity. Gilda Radner

Don’t be afraid to take a big step. You can’t cross a chasm in two small jumps. David Lloyd George

Writing starts with living. LL Barkat

I begin with an idea and then it becomes something else. Pablo Picasso

The only kind of writing is rewriting. Ernest Hemingway

I’m not a writer. Ernest Hemingway was a writer. I just have a vivid imagination and type 90 WPM. Tiffany Madison

If you want to be a writer, you must do two things above all others: read a lot and write a lot. Stephen King

Never put off writing until you are better at it. Gary Henderson

The difference between fiction and reality? Fiction has to make sense. Tom Clancy (paraphrasing Mark Twain)

You can’t wait for inspiration. You have to go after it with a club. Jack London

I’m all in favor of keeping dangerous weapons out of the hands of fools. Let’s start with typewriters – Frank Lloyd Wright

There are three rules for writing a novel. Unfortunately, no one knows what they are. W.S. Maugham

I owe my success to having listened respectfully to the very best advice, and then going away and doing the exact opposite. GK Chesterton.

Hope you liked my collection – If you have any favorites, please don’t forget to share. Thanks for visiting and have a super weekend.


CB&W: Lens on the Past

Let’s take a stroll through some of the arched corridors of time – in honor of Cee’s Black and White Photo Challenge on Circles and Curvescorridor

Lotus Mahal or the Lotus Palace at Hampi, Karnataka in Southern India is a UNESCO World heritage site. This particular palace combines Hindu and Islamic architecture.

wheelsThe stone chariot is the iconic symbol of Hampi, the 14th century magnificent capital of one of the greatest empires of India.

Moving to the North of India, let’s step into a different era and style altogether


Way to the tomb of Sikander Lodhi who ruled Delhi between 1489 -1517 AD. Err the tomb itself will make an appearance later in another post😉 In the meanwhile, feast your eyes on another tomb.

BWLodhi.jpgMuhammad Shah Saiyyad’s tomb who ruled from 1414 to 1451 at Lodhi Gardens, New Delhi

Hope you liked! Let me know either way🙂 Have a super weekend.

3 Day Quote Challenge #1

Hello everyone! I was happy to be surprised with an invitation to the 3-day Quote challenge by Renegade Expressions who posts some really cool photos.

Rules of the challenge:

  • Three quotes for three days.
  • Three nominees each day (no repetition).
  • Thank the person who nominated you.
  • Inform the nominees.

I love quotes and just three quotes is too much for my sensibilities. So I would like to tweak the rules (after all they are meant to be broken right?!) and go for a few assorted quotes on three topics. Also, it seems a bit unfair to restrict the challenge to just a few people – so anyone interested in quotes and the quote challenge?

Jump right in!😉

“Run from what’s comfortable.
Forget safety.
Live where you fear to live.
Destroy your reputation.
Be notorious.
I have tried prudent planning long enough.
From now on I’ll be mad”. Rumi

“Every man is guilty of all the good he didn’t do.” Voltaire

“Even if a snake is not poisonous, it should pretend to be venomous.” Chanakya

“If you cry because the sun has gone out of your life, your tears will prevent you from seeing the stars.” Rabindranath Tagore

He who has injured thee was either stronger or weaker than thee. If weaker, spare him; if stronger, spare thyself. William Shakespeare

 Peace comes from within. Do not seek it without. Lord Buddha

You must be the change you wish to see in the world. Gandhi

Truth can be stated in a thousand different ways, yet each one can be true. Swami Vivekananda

“The wise grieve neither for the living nor for the dead. There was never a time when you and I and all the kings gathered here have not existed and nor will there be a time when we will cease to exist.” The Bhagvad Gita

I know nothing except the fact of my ignorance. Diogenes

“I have enjoyed greatly the second blooming… suddenly you find – at the age of 50, say – that a whole new life has opened before you.” Agatha Christie.

These are just a few of my favorite quotes. Hope you liked and if you have any favorite quote please do share – thanks for inviting, visiting and sharing🙂


Her Nightmare

Written for Friday Fictioneers a story in 100 words or less. Thank you Rochelle for hosting this challenge and Amy Reese for the photo prompt.

Photo copyright Amy Reese

Her Nightmare

Words 100

Heart thudding, she flew down the corridor.

She had to see him. Where was he? Was he in surgery? Or had he been discharged?

She asked at the desk, at the nurses’ station. She hurried from one place to another to another in growing agitation.

The mortuary was cold, silent and deserted except for rows and rows of bodies. Shivering and shaking, she forced herself to check each one, one by one.

There he was.

Her heart stilled. She put out a hand – only to touch air.

With a gasp, she sat up.

Her nightmare was far from over.




CB&W: Complementary Pairs

As you know Cee loves to challenge us and this time it’s black and white (or sepia) photo challenge for Two very different things or the number Two.

I know I am late (travel times and network woes to blame). But nevertheless here they are – hope you like🙂


Did it work? No? Well, how about this one?

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Moving on and still sticking to theme of fliers but of the inanimate variety😉

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And on a completely different note – tadaa~~~



Well not quite sure if this fits the bill for they are the same things but you will agree very different? Btw the last photo is a contribution from my kid sister. Pretty soon I expect my family and friends to be out on photo shoots for my blog challenges – how cool is that?😀

Dont forget to let me know you were here🙂

SPF: Daffodils



Words 200

“Good morning children. Take out your English Readers and turn to Page 5. Daffodils by…”

“Teacher, what are daffodils?”


“What kind of flowers? The red ones that bloom during Holi or…

I wandered lonely as a cloud…”

“Teacher, why lonely? The other clouds would give it company?”

“We’ll discuss this later Molly.”

“Teacher! What are vales? And isn’t the spelling o’er wrong?

“No Molly. Poets are allowed to write like that.”

“That’s not fair!”

“Enough Molly. A host, of golden daffodils.”

“Host? Are they having a party? How can flowers host a party?”

“It’s not that kind of a host Molly. He means a lot of daffodils.”

Molly subsided. She loved stories. Where was the story here? Why say something but mean something else? How would one understand? What kind of flowers – red or yellow? Ten thousand flowers! She would have loved to see them tossing their heads in sprightly – aha a new word – dance.

“…pay attention Molly…the daffodils beat the sea in their dance of joy.

“But Teacher, that’s not the sea. It is a lake.”

“Hold out your hand! Now get out of class.”

“It’s still a lake.” Molly sniffed as she walked out.


PS: Oft this flashes upon my inward eye but I now know what daffodils look like – thanks to Sunday Photo Fiction😀 Click here for other stories on this prompt

PPS: A partly fictionalized account of my first brush with poetry (not counting nursery rhymes). Opinionated and unimaginative, as an 8 year-old, I couldn’t really grasp the essence of the poem (can’t say much has changed since then). Yet strangely enough, that day is crystal clear – where I sat in class, the teacher, my thoughts (I didn’t say most of these things). I also remember being very skeptical about “Continuous as the stars that shine
  And twinkle on the milky way.” Flowers didn’t twinkle did they? The last stanza of the poem was (and remains) my favorite – been there, done (doing) that😉

Corporal punishment was the norm in those days, at least in my first school. Apologies (bouquets, kudos and thanks) are due to my English teacher. She did mistake the lake as the sea. I did raise an objection. But she not only gracefully accepted her oversight but also publicly boosted my morale (and bighead) which could be the reason why that day is so clearly etched in my memory.😀

Thank you for reading – do share your thoughts and memories of this poem or childhood.

For readers of Moonshine, here's Chapter 88 and Calvin



Photo Prompt (c) Roger Bultot


Words 100


Her wedding was around the corner. By all counts she should be thrilled. But worry gnawed at her.

“Mamma, why do girls have to leave their home?”

“That’s tradition.”

“Traditions can change.”

“What’s the matter darling? Wedding jitters?”


“You do love…?”

“It’s not about me Mamma! How will you live alone?”

“Don’t worry darling. I will manage.”

“But how? It’s always been about me. My health, my education, my career -nothing is about you. Once I leave what will you do?”

“I’ll think of something.”


“Your father needs me.”

“You mean…?

“Yes darling. I will return to Earth.”


Written for Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers – a story in 100 words or less. Thanks to Roger Bultot for the photo prompt this week. For other stories on this prompt click here

Thank you for reading – look forward to your comments.

COB # 38: Masters of the Craft

Look who got caught hitching a ride😀


Bored with the taxiing, they take off, showing us how it is actually done

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Lots more photos on Cee’s page

Just 4 Fun #7

Here’s wishing everyone a super week ahead😀


Over the week, we tend to get a lot of jokes and life philosophies as shares. Some are too good to pass up. Here I share those that appealed to me or tickled my funny bone. Hope you like them too. Please note none of this is stuff is mine – I am just keeping the fun going!

If you too have something worth sharing do leave your link in the comment box or create a pingback to this post.

If you need some more cheering or looking for a few laughs, click here Do check out the video at the end😀

Have a great week ahead and don’t forget to have some fun too.



“You may encounter many defeats, but you must not be defeated. In fact, it may be necessary to encounter the defeats, so you can know who you are, what you can rise from, how you can still come out of it.” ― Maya Angelou

For Becca’s Sunday Trees – 254

CFFC: A Purple Theme

This one is a toughie but Cee is rather generous! So here I go laying out the purple carpet😉

Photo courtesy Svkuki, member of Mother India’s Crochet Queens who hold the Guinness World Record for the largest crochet blanket of 11148 sq m

for the gorgeous lady in the purple sari

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How about some flowers for the pretty lady?

Err not really purple are they? Let’s round it up with some purple greens and some true homegrown purples by an amazing lady


How could I miss the purple ringed white bloom of the ladyfinger from my one and only mum’s garden?


A close up, just in case you missed the purple ring😀


Hope you liked my purple collection but the best ones are no doubt at Cee’s page


CWW: On Track of the Train

I just love trains – don’t you? Give me a long train journey, a book in hand, a packet of chips by my side, watching the changing landscape rush by until the chug-chug lullaby rocks you into the land of dreams. And best of all – No meals to worry about, no doorbells to answer, no morning walks or jogs – Oh the pure simple joys of guiltless lolling about😀


“I like trains. I like their rhythm, and I like the freedom of being suspended between two places, all anxieties of purpose taken care of: for this moment I know where I am going.” Anna Funder


“… a woman who was washing clothes in the river during the hottest time of the day ran screaming down the main street in an alarming state of commotion.
“It’s coming,” she finally explained. “Something frightful, like a kitchen dragging a village behind it.” ― Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude


“It’s not getting from A to B. It’s not the beginning or the destination that counts. It’s the ride in between…This train is alive with things that should be seen and heard. It’s a living, breathing something — you just have to want to learn its rhythm.” ― David Baldacci, The Christmas Train


“Trains are beautiful. They take people to places they’ve never been, faster than they could ever go themselves. Everyone who works on trains knows they have personalities, they’re like people. They have their own mysteries.” ― Sam Starbuck, The Dead Isle


“The train rolled right through dinner and over the sunset and around ten o’clock and into a nap and out the next day…” ― Lindsay Mattick


“The train is a small world moving through a larger world.” ― Elisha Cooper, Train

Hope you enjoyed the ride🙂

Don’t forget to visit Cee’s blog for her Which Way Photo Challenge for some awesome photos.

FFfAW # 83: View from the Top


View from the Top

Words 168

 Microphones were being thrust into his face, “How does it feel to have reached the top? To be where very few have ever been?”

Raj stared at himself onscreen. Were the thudding heart, the screaming nerves and the shakiness discernible?

He didn’t think so as he saw himself flash his famous crooked smile, raise his expensive shades with panache and wave to the hysterical milling crowd.

“Great. Just great.”

What would they have said if he had told them the truth? That he felt no joy in it. That he often wished he were still at the bottom of the ladder, his dreams and innocence intact?

“What message would you like to give to your fans?”

Cherish the little moments, call your mother, play with your children, choose your friends with care, eschew dark corners, treacherous turns and rotting boards. Most of all – beware of your own traitorous hand that rises to strike the fatal blow.

He pumped his fist in the air. “Just go for it!”


Written for Priceless Joy’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers – a story, in 100 – 175 words, based on the photo prompt. Thanks Joy Pixley for the photo🙂 For more stories on this prompt click here.

Do let me know what you thought of the view from the top!

For readers of Moonshine, here's Chapter 87 and Calvin - this scene may be familiar for many ;)


COB # 37: Odd One Out


The cutest designer baggage ever😀

For Cee’s Oddball Photo Challenge


Time for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle – a story in 100 words or less. Please click here for more stories on the photo prompt provided this week by Shaktiki Sharma – thanks!

Photo prompt (c) Shaktiki Sharma


 Words 101


Clang! The door grated.

Startled, Ramu descended from the clouds. He donned an industrious look and pored intently over his grueling task.

“Eat and go back to work. Don’t dawdle.”

“Yes Ma.”

“You need to study harder, do better.”

“I am trying.”

“Our debts are mounting. If you crack the entrance exams, all will be well.”

“But Ma…”

The door closed.

Silent, suffocating darkness engulfed him.

A lone lamp threw up gigantic shadows of the thick tomes strewn about. The weight of expectations bore down upon him, crushing him, choking him.

If only he could escape.



Jump… Slit… Hang…


If you would like to know more, click here

For readers of Moonshine, here's Chapter 86 and hahahaha Calvin

CWW: Way To Go

It’s time for Cee’s Which Way Photo Challenge and as usual I had a lot of fun and hope you do too😀

So off we go – first the WAY


Confused? Perplexed perhaps? Oh but hush while the Performer readies

sq-1And steadies:


And off he goes!

sq-3Look this way

sq-4And that way


After that lightning ‘bolt’ risking bone and sinew, time for some much needed rest😀


Thanks Cee for hosting such lovely challenges and letting me get away with it😉

FFfAW #82: Precious Games



Precious Games

 Word 175

“Rohit bought a diamond pendant for his fiancé.” Ruchi fiddled with her locket.

“Jealous?” Shlok mocked.

“Me! Jealous of…”

“You married the wrong guy. You knew I could never afford…”

“Where there is a will there is a way. If Rohit can afford…”

“Rohit’s father is a rich man. Mine isn’t.”

“Don’t you dare belittle Rohit’s thoughtful gesture.”

“So protective! I thought you were put out with Rohit?”

“Nonsense! I was just commenting…”

“To what purpose?”

“Does everything have to have a purpose? I was just trying to have a conversation…”

“Yeah right. I know a hint when I hear one.”

“Then why turn a deaf ear to it?”

“I dislike having my hand forced. Why not ask Rohit to buy….”

“I prefer that his father should buy me. Out of his own free will.”

“It could be a long wait.”

“If need be, I will wait until eternity.”

“Nagging, until eternity.” Shlok stroked his chin. “I am game. Are you?”

“But of course. The fun is in the game, not a piece of glass.”


Written for the Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers hosted by Priceless Joy with the photo prompt provided by Jade. Thank you Jade and thank you Joy. For other stories click here.

I am running terribly late, do let me know if this made any sense or it needs more work – thank you!

Just 4 Fun #6

Here’s wishing everyone a super week ahead😀


Got anything to share that will spread some cheer and joy? Do leave your link in the comment box or create a pingback to this post.

Have a great week ahead and don’t forget to have some fun too.

A parting quote:

I’m writing my book in fifth person, so 
every sentence starts out with: “I heard from this guy who told somebody …” Demetri Martin


Dare to Bare


For Becca’s Sunday Trees # 253

SPF: David vs Goliath


David vs Goliath

 Words 196

Raju hugged himself as he tagged along with his mother to work. May be today he would get to hold it, play with it.

“Sit. Don’t touch anything,” Kamla warned.

Raju searched the showcase. It wasn’t there! Without a care for his mother’s strictures, he scrambled forward and shuffled around.

“Raju!” Kamla came rushing. “Sorry Madam.” She thrust him away and rearranged the pieces.

Raju was devastated. He loved the toy soldier, happy to even look at it. Now it was lost.

Shifting, he caught sight of it under the sofa. Thrilled, he picked it up. His wish had been granted! Everything was perfect, his rifle….

“Mom! Raju is a thief!”

A shove sent Raju flying. He cracked his head against the wall. Angered, Raju flew at his attacker. “I am not a thief!”

Madam cuffed Raju. “Liar!”

Kamla shook Raju. “Were you stealing?”


“Fine. Please clear my dues Madam.”

“Don’t be silly Kamla. Go and finish cooking…”

“I cannot work where we are not trusted.” Kamla walked out, dragging Raju.

“Raju, you should not have hit Rohit.” Kamla expostulated. “When will you learn to control yourself?”

“So you want me to be a hypocrite?”


Written for Sunday Photo Fiction – a story in 200 words or less based on the photo prompt given above. For other stories, click here

Thanks for reading (and commenting ;)  Do scroll down to the next post for some photos🙂


Once upon a time, Baby sea lion was sunning with his Mama


When up came Papa sea lion…

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He nudged and barked at the baby lion

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Until baby sea lion gave in and left the two lovers basking in the sun




The desolate little one

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For Cee’s Black and White Photography Challenge: Isolated Subjects.

Cee I hope I didn’t break any rules and it actually happened like I said🙂

Travel Theme: Transport

Time for another photo challenge! Title is self explanatory and here are some modes of transport:

By road when a boat would have been preferable


But at least I wasn’t in an auto-rickshaw, a three-wheeler which liberally peppers the roads of India.


Once while on the way on a rainy night to catch a train, I was completely drenched as one SUV grandly swept past us. It gave me the opportunity to use the bathing room facilities at the railway station and be impressed! But don’t look down upon the auto-rickshaw just yet. It is a lifesaver and one that the Mexican Ambassador in India patronizes – have a look – click here.

On the roads of India one can see all sort of transport from massive buses to puny bicycles. Hey what’s that?!img-20160806-wa0001

Cartons taking a piggyback ride on a bicyclist! Let’s hope they are empty.

Talking of piggyback rides, what would you call this ride?

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Hope you liked! Click for more photos on Travel Theme: Transport

For readers of Moonshine, here's Chapter 85 and of course the one and only Calvin



Story Club #3: An Unequal Life

Story club seems to be jinxed! First I wanted it (rather ambitiously I admit) to be a weekly affair, then a fortnightly before settling for a monthly event. And then I went and missed last month’s book club. And I was all set to miss this month’s as well.

But then I didn’t want the ‘jinx’ have the last laugh. So here I am with this month’s short story – Country Lovers by Nadine Gordimer.

Nadine Gordimer, a South African writer and political activist, started writing at the age of nine, and her stories began appearing in magazines when she was 15. She was shocked by the condition of the black community and spoke out strongly against the apartheid system existing in her country. Apparently, after being released from prison in 1990, she was one the first persons that Nelson Mandela met. Many of her books were banned in her home country and she spent many years outside her country in self-imposed exile. In 1991, at 67 years of age, she became South Africa’s first Nobel Prize winner for Literature.

I had a brief encounter with the writings of Nadine Gordimer around this time, or perhaps a bit earlier. Seeing my interest in books, someone had gifted me Nadine Gordimer’s Six Feet of the Country. Being a compulsive reader, I had read the book of course (at least I think so) but somehow I didn’t quite take to it. Perhaps I wasn’t mature enough to appreciate it or I tried to give it the usual casual reading that I was used to giving the crime thrillers and suspense novels I was more into those days. But what is truly ironic is that today’s story – Country Lovers – is one of the 7 stories of that very book.

I feel like kicking myself. To have a priceless gem somewhere around the house and to have no clue – how callous (and ignoramus) can one be? How many more such priceless gems have I missed? And here I always thought I was bright, perhaps even clever – just like Rabbit.

“Rabbit’s clever,” said Pooh thoughtfully.
“Yes,” said Piglet, “Rabbit’s clever.”
“And he has Brain.”
“Yes,” said Piglet, “Rabbit has Brain.”
There was a long silence.
“I suppose,” said Pooh, “that that’s why he never understands anything.”
A.A. Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh

Oh well…I think I prefer this one😉

Men do not understand books until they have a certain amount of life, or at any rate no man understands a deep book, until he has seen and lived at least part of its contents –Ezra Pound

Moving on to the story – and if you haven’t read the story yet, perhaps you should do so now (link is given above) before scrolling down for there are spoilers ahead.

Country Lovers is an interracial (hence forbidden) love story of childhood friends turned sweethearts – Thebedi, the black girl and Paulus the white farmer’s son. There is almost a bland detached matter-of-fact narration of the events as they unfold. The children play together and become close friends. Defying norms, he continues to visit her while home from his boarding school and one cannot help but feel the affection and connection they both share. He brings her gifts as does she:


They seek each other out.


One almost feels that things will be different for this couple, that they would have a future – together.

But then as is wont to be, one thing led to another and she becomes pregnant. For a modern day reader this is where the story diverges and takes off on a different path. Logically speaking she should have then informed Paulus. But she doesn’t. And neither does she tell him of her impending marriage to Njabulo. She even gets married and delivers a baby girl within two months of her marriage. Even that is acceptable as is the fact that the child is unmistakably white. Njabulo provides for Thebedi’s child as much as is possible with his income.

Things could have carried on so but for word reaching Paulus’ ears about Thebedi’s child. He lands up to investigate for himself. And there is no denying – she is his child.


Grimace of tears and anger – overwhelmed at seeing his daughter? Or perhaps cursing his fate that he is unable to publicly acknowledge his beloved and daughter? Hey wait a minute…and self-pity? Like really? The gentle, laid back placid pace of the story takes a sudden turn and one is quite unprepared for it. At least I was.


Instead of killing himself, he killed his baby…

No! That couldn’t be possible. And why take such a drastic step? Nobody had pointed fingers at him – not Thebedi, not her husband, not the community people. Yet he killed his baby. Why?Just to save his reputation? Unbelievable.

Yet all too true. In many places, even today.

In a show of justice, Paulus is arrested but let off for lack of evidence and unreliability of Thebedi as a witness. Njabulo is commended for his fortitude and forbearance.

Through her writing Gordimer has vividly recorded life in a controversial country. I did read some of the analysis of the story that are available on the net. Most, if not all, make a note of female exploitation highlighted in the story.

To be honest, I found Njabulo’s situation to be equally tragic and pathetic. As was that of the rest of the community. Their acceptance of the situation as if it was par for the course is almost eerie and unbelievable. It only indicates how common such events were, that it did not even deserve a protest.

Njabulo comes out as a strong principled character that is rare and difficult to find. Rather than make the child, who is not at fault or even Thebedi suffer, Njabulo goes about making his family as comfortable was possible for him. An uncommon man indeed.

I cannot help but be a bit cynical about Thebedi – she is the dark enigmatic one. Her actions are quite unfathomable. She is happy to follow Paulus’ lead but she is content to marry Njabulo. She accuses Paulus of killing her daughter but retracts it a year later (perhaps she was pressurized into doing so) all the while wearing the earrings that Paulus had gifted her.I did find this significant – did the author wish to make a point about Thebedi’s duality or stress that she was too poor to buy another pair of earrings? I wonder, if before marrying Njabulo, did she tell him about Paulus, or her pregnancy – if the baby was born 2 months after marriage, he could have hardly not known about it?

I wish I could have known more about Njabulo, his feelings, reactions and thoughts as the events unfolded and played out for him.

For me, Country Lovers is not about Paulus and Thebedi. It is about Njabulo and his unwavering and steadfast support for Thebedi. If that is not love what is?

Thanks for reading– don’t forget to leave your comments and suggestions.

If anyone is interested or motivated enough to join the Story Club – most welcome! Just create a pingback to this post so that we can hop over for a read.

Rules are simple:

  1. Advance announcement of name of short story, one that is freely available on the net.
  1. Story maybe a folktale or in the local language. But an English translation should be freely available on the net. Or participant could post the translated version along with his or her review.
  1. Bloggers should post on their blog while non-bloggers may email me – mysilverstreaks@gmail.com
  1. The basic idea is to gain from each others rich heritage of literature and be able to understand a little bit more than before.
  1. And of course have fun!

You can find the previous Story Club posts here and here

A selection of Nadine Gordimer quotes

Truth isn’t always beauty, but the hunger for it is.

Writing is making sense of life. You work your whole life and perhaps you’ve made sense of one small area.

The facts are always less than what really happened.

A truly living human being cannot remain neutral

My answer is: Recognize yourself in others

I would be guilty only if I were innocent of working to destroy racism in my country

Looking forward to a lively interaction, comments, critiques, suggestions, opinions…

Happy Onam

On the happy occasion of Onam, I wish you all joy and prosperity. Onam is Kerala’s biggest and ten days long harvest festival that is celebrated across communities, irrespective of caste, creed and religion. Kerala, which is also known as God’s own country, is perhaps unique in celebrating the return of the mythical demon king Mahabali.

As the legend goes, Mahabali was a powerful and revered king of the Asuras or demons. He was famous and popular because of his just and fair rule, all his subjects were happy and prosperous. Seeing this, Indra, the king of gods became insecure and requested Lord Vishnu’s help in overthrowing Mahabali. He was defeated (another story) and banished but because he was such a great king, he was allowed to return once a year. It is this return return to his land that is celebrated with such fanfare and enthusiasm. This festival is promoted by the Government of India internationally as the ‘Tourist Week’ for Kerala during Onam celebrations.

The traditional ritual of laying pookkalam (floral carpet) starts from the first day, when Mahabali begins his preparations to return to his land. The size of the pookkalam increased in size as the day of his approaches, with layers and rings being added each day to welcome their beloved king to their homes.


All pookkalams (decorations) made and generously shared by Mymind (actually I didnt give her much choice😉

And of course, like all festivals this one too is accompanied by a feast – onam sadya. The traditional feast consisting of a gazillion dishes is served on plantain leaves.

Just a sample for you, prepared and specially served on request by none other than Mymind


Apart from feasts, folk songs, elegant dances, boat races, elephants, and flowers are a part of the vibrant and colorful festival. You can read more about it here

I am off to book my tickets to Kerala – what about you?

On the Edge

Nature’s fine balancing act


Inspired, man sculpts his homage to the Creator

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Malayavanta Hill, Hampi, a village and temple town in Karnataka, India recognized as a UNESCO, World Heritage Site.

For the Daily Post’s Weekly Photo Challenge: Edge

Do drop in a little later for a glimpse of the Onam festivities and tomorrow for the much delayed Story Club. Since there are no takers as of now, I have chosen Country Lovers by Nadine Gordimer. If you like you can post your own review for the story and share. Or simply read up and drop in for a bit of discussion. Until tomorrow then!

For readers of Moonshine, here's Chapter 84.And Calvin sure knows how to get a free meal.

Her Man

“Your man died and you are washing clothes?”

Vimla’s tinkling glass bangles stilled. She straightened. “I sent the girls to pay their last respects.”

“But what about you? He was after all your man…”

“He stopped being my man the day he threw me and my four daughters out.” Vimla’s eyes shot sparks. “You expect me to mourn for him, don a widow’s attire, break these bangles? Why should I when my real man is still by my side?”

Babel broke out.

“My trusted companion,” Vimla pointed, “the one who clothed us, fed us and educated my daughters.”


Photo copyright Sandra Crook

Written for Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers – a story in 100 words or less (this one is 99 words). For other stories on this prompt click here. Thank you Sandra for the lovely photo🙂

Thanks for reading!

FFfAW #81: The Truants


The Truants

 Words 170



“Shush!” Jiya hissed. “We’re going out.”

“Out?” Dhruv was surprised. “He…he agreed?”

“I didn’t ask.” Jiya confessed as she hustled him into the car. “We will be back before anyone awakens.”

“You’re not driving!” Dhruv balked. “You don’t have a license.”

“Watch me!” She gunned down the road. “Whoopee!”

Dhruv groaned.

Jiya screeched to a halt and gave an exultant laugh. “It’s been so long since we played hooky.” She grinned. “We should sneak out more often.” She did a little jig and stumbled.

“Watch out!” Dhruv snapped. “Don’t tempt fate any more than you have to.”

“Stop worrying,” she gave him a shake, “and let’s enjoy.”

“How can I when you insist on giving me heart attacks?”

“You are such a spoilsport.” She leaned on him. “Don’t you love this place?”

He grunted.

“Remember that shed?”

His lips twitched.

She giggled. “And when Mom found us…” her phone rang. She froze. “Oops!” She coughed. “Morning darling!”

“Where the hell are you Mom? And is Dad with you?”


Written for the Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (a story in 100 – 175 words) hosted by Priceless Joy and photo provided by Phylor – thank you! For amazing stories click here

So tell me what do you think? Did it work? Or was it off? Like I think it was?😦

If you like photos especially of trees, do stop by  here or  here for a bit of fun. Or you could visit the blog index.

Have a grand week ahead.

The Hardy One

Have will – will find a way


“Promise me you’ll always remember: You’re braver than you believe, and stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think.”  A. A. Milne

For Becca’s Sunday Trees – 252

Thanks for visiting and do drop in here for a bit of fun