COB: A Sound Nap

Cee’s oddball photo challenge is back and so am I 🙂 A couple of months ago I was at the New Delhi Railway station to catch an early morning train. It was a sleepy morning with few passengers on the platform (although all the seats were taken!

And then I saw him.

Train1Fast asleep on his burden! (Doesnt the station look clean?)

Train2I tried a close up wary of going too close for fear of waking him up

Train3The train rushed in with an ear-splitting whistle and a massive mighty gush of clatter. But did he wake up? Nah. He clearly doesn’t let anything weigh him down 🙂

And a bonus photo – not mine though.

Dahlia

Look what my sister sent me from Ireland 😀 Why just 50%? You can have 100 % off on Dahlia’s stories and photos. If only you could be bothered to click here or here.

Thanks for visiting and have a great day.

SPF: Not Like Us

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Photo (c) Alistair Forbes

Not Like Us

Words 200

“Go back inside!”

“Please Mamma, just for a little bit…”

“No! They are dangerous creatures…”

“But Mamma, they are so far away! And there’s a net…”

“That net is so thin and flimsy. And you never know with them, what if they climb over it?”

“Mamma you are overcautious! Nobody has ever crossed…”

“And you would know! How old are you exactly?”

“I find them fascinating Mamma! I want to talk to them, play with them…”

“Enough! Go play with your siblings while I arrange lunch.”

“I don’t like playing with them! They tease me so.”

“Don’t take it personally dear, it’s their kind of fun. If you interact with them you’ll learn a lot.”

“What will I learn? They just like to paw me and chase me all over the place.”

“That’s wonderful! By the time you grow up, you’ll be the fastest. Just like your father.”

“I like their games.”

“How’d you know?”

“I’ve seen them from the tree.”

“I am warning you, don’t you dare sneak off to play with them.”

“Why not?”

“They may hurt you.”

“I’ll go only after they’ve eaten.

“But they’re creatures who kill, hurt and maim even if their bellies are full.”

 ***

Written for the Sunday Photo Fiction – A story in 200 words or less. Thanks to Alistair Forbes for hosting the challenge and the photo prompt. To read the other stories inspired by this photo prompt, click here. And just in case you would like to read any of my previous Sunday Photo Fictions click here

Thanks for visiting!

Just 4 Fun #71

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and best wishes to all of you on the occasion of Pongal, Bihu, Lohri, Uttarayan the day which marks the end of winter and the beginning of summer. In Gujarat it is celebrated by flying kites and the International Kite Festival is also held during this time. It’s a time to celebrate, enjoy and pray

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Moving on, this week I have some really cool photos of trees – all forwarded

TreeAmazing isn’t it?

Mrs S

I am very grateful to Mrs S who forwarded me this amazing visual – if you are reading this – thank you!!! 🙂

 

Sq rootI can’t decide which I like more the roots or the caption 😀 And now the summers are all but here, how about a trip to the beach?

Beach

This what happens when you refuse to wet your feet at the beach. Poor guy can’t even take a selfie 😀

4th bandarWonder what Gandhiji would have had to say about this addition! And now for some interesting foodie-pretations!

Paella

Definitely looks more interesting than the humble khichdi although the Bengali khichudi is equally loaded 😀

Donut

Bit confused here – donuts are sweet and vada is salty. Oh well

Pancake

I would love to have either of them right night – yummm

Hash

😀 😀 Isnt hash brown healthier and less calorific than Aloo Tikki?

Baked beans

I have to confess I prefer rajma – what about you? So which one’s your favorite? What none?!!

Aloo

How true! Isnt it? Well to tell the truth once upon a time it was the best. But alas age and those calories catch and it’s time for my prayers

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Hope you found something that you enjoyed – none of which are mine by the way. I found them on the internet or received them as forwards and am just keeping the fun going.

And before you go Just a quick note to brag (as I have already said in my earlier two posts) that I finally did what my blog had been crying out for months, okay years. I reorganized and updated my index making it easier to browse and check out earlier posts with snippets (but I’m still working on the blurbs). If you are free and so inclined how about browsing through Short Stories or Photo posts? Or perhaps you would like to exclusively gorge on all the previous 70 Just 4 Fun posts? Have fun! Feedback and suggestions most welcome!

Have a super week!

 

Live your Life

20171104_094603Every man’s life ends the same way. It is only the details of how he lived and how he died that distinguish one man from another.” ― Ernest Hemingway

Linked to Becca’s Sunday Trees

PS: Just a quick note to brag that I finally did what my blog had been crying out for months, okay years. I reorganized and updated my index making it easier to browse and check out earlier posts with snippets (but I’m still working on the blurbs). If you are free and so inclined how about browsing through the index of Short Stories or Photo posts? Feedback and suggestions most welcome!

Will You Walk into My Parlor?

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Photo (c) Victor and Sarah Potter

Will You Walk into My Parlor?

 Words 100

“No.” She refused.

The ring clattered to the floor. “I thought you wanted us to marry!”

“I did. Before…”

“Before?”

“Before my parents got to know about us living together.”

“But they still want you to…”

“Are you proposing to me out of concern for my parents or yours?”

“We can’t always live like this!”

Why not? Isn’t that what you said to me?”

“I…I was wrong. Society. Children…”

“No. You were right. We should adopt an orphan needing a home.”

“But…”

“Besides,” She paused, “I see no reason give up my independence just to keep track of your socks.”

***

Written for the Friday Fictioneers – a story in 100 words or less. Thanks to Rochelle for hosting the challenge and Victor and Sarah Potter for the photo prompt. To read the other stories inspired by this prompt, click here.

PS: Just a quick note to brag that I finally did what my blog had been crying out for months, okay years. I reorganized and updated my index making it easier to browse and check out earlier posts with snippets (but I’m still working on the blurbs). If you are free and so inclined how about browsing through the index of Short Stories or Photo posts? Feedback and suggestions most welcome!

Thanks for reading 🙂

 

 

WPC: Weathered But Not Withered

The Daily Post invites us to post pictures of weathered – or our interpretation of it. And I haven’t done quotes in a while, let’s see if I can mix and match them up. Hope you like!

WtractorI have weathered many different storms and I know who I am and my friends know who I really am. Delta Goodrem

Caught on the way to office, this one gave a feeling of kinship 😀

3rdREDWe are shaped by our thoughts; we become what we think. When the mind is pure, joy follows like a shadow that never leaves.” – Buddha

A 3rd Century red sandstone sculpture of Buddha. Doesnt the peace shine through the chipped cheek and the broken limbs?

HampiYou 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

I cannot believe that once upon a time the Virupakhsa temple at the backdrop was once just a stone. From the UNESCO Heritage Site the 14th century temple town at Hampi.

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“Even
After
All this time
The Sun never says to the Earth,

“You owe me.”

Look
What happens
With a love like that,
It lights the whole sky.”
Hafiz

The  13th century CE Konark Sun temple dedicated to the Sun god Surya Dev by night

WstoneLovers don’t finally meet somewhere. They’re in each other all along. Rumi

Isn’t it fascinating to see that not only animals but also trees crave company, someone to call their own – even if it is a hard unyielding stone?

Wstone2I don’t want to be married just to be married. I can’t think of anything lonelier than spending the rest of my life with someone I can’t talk to, or worse, someone I can’t be silent with.” ― Mary Ann Shaffer,

Treehouse

The Little Boy and the Old Man

Said the little boy, “Sometimes I drop my spoon.”
Said the old man, “I do that too.”
The little boy whispered, “I wet my pants.”
I do that too,” laughed the little old man.
Said the little boy, “I often cry.”
The old man nodded, “So do I.”
But worst of all,” said the boy, “it seems
Grown-ups don’t pay attention to me.”
And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.
I know what you mean,” said the little old man.
Shel Silverstein

Doesn’t it look as if the fresh green trees have come to console and give company to a house that was once overrun with chatter, the pitter-patter, gurgles and chatter swirling with mouth-watering flavors and billowing saris drying in the sun?

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You’ll learn, as you get older, that rules are made to be broken. Be bold enough to live life on your terms, and never, ever apologize for it. Go against the grain, refuse to conform, take the road less traveled instead of the well-beaten path. Laugh in the face of adversity, and leap before you look. Dance as though EVERYBODY is watching. March to the beat of your own drummer. And stubbornly refuse to fit in.” ― Mandy Hale,

See anything you like? Do share your thoughts, don’t keep it bottled up! Thanks for visiting – have a great weekend.

CFFC: Just Becoz I O U

Yep! That’s Cee’s fun foto challenge this week – must have the letters O and U. A toughie but let me see what I can come up with…

Wispy cloudsA bright sunny day to perfectly show off those wispy clouds. That? Oh that’s the Schönbrunn Palace, Hofburg Vienna 😀

PIPNot even a picture of mountains is safe from the evil eye of the concrete jungle.

MoutainsLet’s feast our eyes on some real mountains 🙂

Ghouls

The ghostly remnants of a building where ghouls freely roam about – day and night. Well at least I like to think so 😉

SnoutAnd look what I found – a tree snout! Looks hungry (and cute) doesn’t it?

 

CouchWould you like to rest for a bit on the couch by the big black and white dog? Don’t worry it won’t bite 😉

Boating copyRow row row your boat gently down the stream, merrily merrily merrily merrily for life is but a dream 😀

Thanks for visiting – have a super day!

SPF: Calling her Bluff

This week for the same setting and the same characters I ended up with two different stories and couldn’t choose between them. If you have the time and the inclination, I would appreciate if you would click here for the second version (which is actually the original version!) and do let me know your thoughts 🙂 From the comments, I thought it best to put the (edited) note right on top.

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Calling her Bluff

 Words 200

“Let’s go for a walk?” She looked with foreboding at his grim distant expression. She wished she were back home instead of at their honeymoon.

He shrugged. “Sure.”

Walking silently down the deserted streets, despair stole over her. He had seemed such a fun guy. Or was he too shy and nervous?

Suddenly, she doubled over.

Saina!” Tarun supported her. “Are you okay?”

“I…I…know this place,” she gasped. She raised a shaking finger. “I was lynched by a mob…” she shivered and shook unable to speak more.

He froze. Had be been conned into marrying a mad woman?

He steadied. “Relax. Let’s go back. I think you’re overtired.”

“I can see it all so clearly.” She went on unheeding. “So many people and I alone. Suki…”

“Suki?”

“My love. We wanted to marry but I was older than him.”

“Was Suki also killed?”

“He ran away.” She pointed. “He used to live in that house.”

“Perhaps he still lives there? Let’s go and check?”

“No!”

“Why not? Perhaps Suki’s still waiting for you?” He stepped forward to ring the bell.

Horrified, she clutched his arm and dragged him back. “Are you crazy?” She yelled.

“No. Are you?” His lips twitched.

***

Written for the Sunday Photo Fiction – a story in 200 words or less.  Thanks (and apologies for breaking any rules by a double post) to Alistair Forbes for hosting the challenge and the photo prompt. To read the other stories inspired by this photo click here

SPF: Not So Ill-fated

This week for the same setting and the same characters I ended up with two different stories and couldn’t choose between them. If you have the time and the inclination, I would appreciate if you would click here for the second version and do let me know your thoughts. From the comments, I thought it best to put the (edited) note right on top.

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Not So Ill-fated

Words 196

“Let’s go for a walk?” She wasn’t too comfortable with being alone with her husband of a few hours. They had just checked into a hotel on their way to Darjeeling for their honeymoon.

He shrugged. “Sure.”

Walking down the deserted streets, a wave of nausea shook her. Sweating, she doubled over in agony.

Saina!” Tarun supported her. “Are you okay?”

“I…I…know this place,” she gasped. She raised a shaking finger. “I was lynched by a mob…” she shivered and shook unable to speak more.

He froze. Had be been conned into marrying a mad woman?

He steadied. “Relax. Let’s go back. I think you’re overtired.”

“I can see it all so clearly.” She went on unheeding. “So many people and I alone. Suki…”

“Suki?”

“My love. We wanted to marry but I was older than him.”

“Was Suki also killed?”

“He ran away.” She pointed. “He used to live in that house.” She frowned. “But it wasn’t so rundown or,” she gasped.

A portly balding man wearing a singlet poked his head out of the door and spat on the road.

She linked her arm with Tarun’s and smiled up at him. “Let’s go back.”

***

Written for the Sunday Photo Fiction – a story in 200 words or less.  Thanks (and apologies for breaking any rules by a double post) to Alistair Forbes for hosting the challenge and the photo prompt. To read the other stories inspired by this photo click here

Just 4 Fun # 70

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Why just happiness? Fun and laughter too multiplies when you share it. So here’s some stuff that made me laugh which I share in the hope that your smiles will again bring a smile to my face.

Let’s start with some New Year wishes

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May you glow all through the year 😉

Leave Wonder if he was forced to go on a really long leave or promoted for his love 😀

Saloon

Anyone interested?

Pups

Well in his defense, the point is to communicate and he got his massage across right? 😉 Anyone hungry?

SnakesNot fond of snakes? No problem, we serve a wide range

Send

Send witches to make tea, coffe? Oh well, never mind

Momo

Mabel, see you at this corner 😀

Salesgirl

To be honest I completely empathize with this one. Somethings are so deeply ingrained that it’s difficult to rise above them. Once we had to take our son to the hospital due to a severe attack of asthma. It was late at night and we were terribly worried and frazzled. My husband came and asked if the next dose had been given.

I said, “No he said a little later.”

“Who said?” He asked.

“He.” I gestured.

“Who he?” The hubby was irritable and impatient. “The doctor?

Numb and dumb, I shook my head.

Then?”

I searched wildly for the right word and finally in a flash of brilliance I said, “The Sister said.”

I haven’t been able to forget the Nurse’s expression! Ah well, moving on…

Tailor

Anyone requiring a specialist tailor you know where to go 😉

CertifiedI think this one deserves a satifiket for promoting phonetic writing 😀

Last

Now I know which notice to put up when I am closed. But Meneja was the coolest 😀

A huge round of applause and cheers to the never say die spirit and the creativity of my fellow beings – which one did you like best? Or found toughest to decode? Do let me know and have a super week

Hope you found something that you enjoyed – none of which are mine by the way. I found them on the internet or received them as forwards and am just keeping the fun going.

The Bickering Couple

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And you didn’t even notice my new HAIRDO!

 

Well, did you notice it? 😉 😀

Linked to Becca’s Sunday Trees

 

One Step Lower

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Photo (c) Roger Bultot

One Step Lower

 Words 100

Bhaisahab* could you get me a job?” she burst out.

“But why?” He stared.

“Now I’ve time on my hands and…everything’s so expensive.”

“Why worry about expenses when your sons are earning well?” He laughed.

“Yes.” She hesitated. “But, they have their own expenses. If I had a job…”

“What about your health?”

“Exactly. Medicines are so expensive.”

“It’d be better to ask your sons.”

Why should I have to ask?” She stood up. “Ask your Father, ask your husband and now beg from my sons?”

“It’s not begging. It’s your right.”

“If I have to ask, it’s begging.”

 ***

*Bhaishaab: Elder brother and commonly used to address an older male relative, family friend, neighbor or even an acquaintance or stranger on the road.

Perhaps the link to the photo may not be clear but the color white in India is associated with a widow – I hope that came through (that she’s a widow!)?

Thanks for reading – look forward to your reaction and comments. 🙂

Written for the Friday Fictioneers – a story in 100 words or less. Thanks to Rochelle for hosting this irresistible challenge and Roger Bultot for the photo prompt. To read the other stories inspired by this photo, click here.

SPF: Home Sweet Home

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Photo (c) Jules Paige

Home Sweet Home

 Words 199

“That’s my seat.”

Trusha started from her contemplation of the dancing leaves through the window. “There’s enough place on the bench.” She spoke without turning around.

“I don’t care. That’s my seat.” The voice went on querulously. “I’ve been sitting there for the past 5 years, six months and…”

“Okay fine!” Trusha slid over to the other side. “You can see just as well from this side.” She grumbled.

“Well then no problem is there?” The lady shot back.

“Just what is your problem?” Trusha snapped.

“Deal with your own problem first,” she snorted. “Your son couldn’t be bothered to even drop you off?”

“How dare you!” Trusha snapped. “It was my decision to come here.”

“Sure it was.”

“It was!” Trusha insisted. “I didn’t want to turn into a clingy crotchety old lady like you.”

How dare you?”

“What? Speak the truth?” Trusha raised her chin challengingly.

“Get out of here!”

“Why should I? I have just as much right to be here as you.”

“Did you come here just to fight with me?”

“But you are the one fighting.” Trusha retorted. “Right from the moment I was born.”

“Don’t exaggerate…”

“I’m not! Remember when…”

“Shush…”

You shush…”

***

Written for the Sunday Photo Fiction – a story in 200 words or less. Thanks to Alistair Forbes for hosting the challenge and Jules Paige for the lovely photo. To read the other stories inspired by this prompt, click here.

 

 

CFFC: Colors of S

How many colors do you know that begin with S? Scarlet comes to mind, perhaps Silver but then the mind draws a blank. But why worry when Google is at hand right? So armed with help from the internet I attempt to rise to Cee’s challenge of photos with colors beginning with S.

And here we go:

CactiBy the roadside, a triple bonanza – sandy brown earth, school bus yellow cacti and safety orange flowers 😀

Scarlett sign

A scarlet sign. I somehow found the sign terribly amusing – Emergency exit to Human Evolution!

Safron liftA saffron frame to an ancient lift

Salmon tileA nanny trying to feed a toddler playing on salmon tiles

Ggaon

Sandy brown wall hangings

SculptureA sandy brown sculpture from ancient times

SlateA slate grey sculpture of Devi Durga as she destroys Mahishasura

Silver peacockA peacock with an intricately designed silver tail

Silver scarletA silver scarlet monster contraption at the airport

Light fixA safety orange light fixer on the roads of Delhi

ParrotA shamrock green monster parrot

Hope you liked my selection of S colors! Have a super day.

Mincemeat

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Photo (c) Ted Strutz

Mincemeat

Words 101

 It was tough to leave home, leave Mamma and go to school.

Don’t worry sweetie, Mamma promised, it’s just for a few hours.

Until it was time to go to the hostel.

Don’t worry, you’ll be home for the vacations.

Then she was married.

Mamma, I want to go home.

His home is your home.

But he keeps telling me to get out of his home.

Ignore him. You have full legal rights…

 I don’t like staying where I’m not wanted.

 You can’t live alone!

 But…

 What would people say?

 But…

 Just grit your teeth and hang on. I did.

***

Written for the Friday Fictioneers – a story in 100 words or less. Thanks to Rochelle for hosting the challenge and Ted Strutz for the photo prompt. To read the other stories inspired by this photo, click here.

Wish you all a wonderful and Happy New Year and thank you for reading!

 

WPC: Some Singular Snaps

The Daily Post’s Weekly Photo Challenge is to post favorite photos from 2017. I don’t like to play favorites yet there are some photos which stand out from my last trip which I thought could fit the bill. So here they are:

Screen Shot 2018-01-01 at 7.48.19 pmBirds of a feather separated by a crow 😀

Traffic

Just watching the traffic go by. They come and go yet

Lonely travelerthe intrepid traveler plods on and on undeterred and unmindful of the swirling traffic.

FrogCaught the Prince charming hiding amongst the shrubbery on a winter night stroll

GardenA dear friend’s blossoming kitchen garden 🙂

Magic eye

Now for some mystery. Notice anything odd about the door? Go on scroll up and have another look, a third if you so wish. Well did you see it? The Magic Eye? Why on earth it it at that height? Perhaps the carpenter was drunk and decided to fix it while lying down? Or do you have a better solution?

LightOkay now for some real magic. Can you see the light on the wall? Duh. Of course you can.

No lightWell can you see it now? Same frame, same place, but no light! Magic isnt it? 😉

Treewall

This tree was apparently cut down to build a wall. She doesnt much care for the idea does she?

 

Awaits springAnd finally a cold deary winter morning with the promise of spring. Got my eye on those freshly prepared beds – coming up in just a couple of months 🙂

Cheers to you from 2017 in this New Year with lots and lots of good wishes. Hope you liked!

Just 4 Fun # 69

Well folks here we are at the beginning of another New Year and I wish you all a wonderful year ahead

Calendar

Now that we’ve got that sorted let’s have a look at the mad crazy wonky look at the world of the irrepressible Indians.

Train

The dedicated service personnel of the Indian Railways

Elephant ride

The ex-Maharaja on his elephant buffalo ride

 

Photo

The diehard photographer – at least it is not a selfie…

ShaveAdjunct uses of a laptop…

Hut acThe eco-friendly resident or just a hard working farmer who has his priorities sorted…

UrchinThe street urchin may not have food in his belly but has enough fire in head to keep him going

Free rideA lady hitching a ride is unusual. Although I have seen many a scooter guy put out a friendly foot on a cycle rickshaw pulling a cart full of goods in order to give the beleaguered cyclist a boost and some respite.

UmbrellaGot caught in a shower without an umbrella? No problem will make one and carry on with an attitude 😀

Bike rideA New Year’s party perhaps 😉

FanCan’t afford a car? No problem – here’s the fan-bike for those hot summer days.

Lock cycleA case of clicking two with one 😀

Screen Shot 2017-12-30 at 1.06.08 pmCarry and make your own seats 😀

ScooterWhy waste money on a cab or even an auto? Have wheels will use 😀

Okay that’s it from me this week people – have a super week and a wonderful Year ahead.

Hope you found something that you enjoyed – none of which are mine by the way. I found them on the internet or received them as forwards and am just keeping the fun going.

And do let me know your favorite – or better still post your own and leave me a link I will be along in just a bit.

 

 

Irrepressible

Here’s wishing all of you a wonderful fresh happy and healthy New Year. Like this tree may nothing faze you or get you down!

Linked to Becca’s Sunday Trees

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CFFC: Some Quick Quirky Ones

Just in time for Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge – well I’m going to pretend I am anyway 😉 A challenging challenge as usual – photos have to have the letter Q in them and the grey cells got ticking only just now 😀 For quite a while I felt all hazy and unclear, and couldn’t see the way ahead

Opaque landscapeMuch like this opaque foggy or is it smoggy landscape

BouquetThen as the mist cleared I found this bouquet of trees – isnt it a lovely arrangement?

EquineRejuvenated we went to the Kolkata museum and admired the equine sculpture, though I do wonder why it looks so sad. Perhaps it is just exhausted, like I was

ConquerAfter the archeological exhibits I gave up and collapsed on the bench unable to even conceive of conquering the rest of the museum.

Queen of storeWhile shopping we were lucky to catch a glimpse of the store Queen. Though as you can see she is very camera shy and kept shaking her head. Or was it my hand in such exalted company?

Quick chaiTired and desperate for a quick cuppa chai we ordered it. Did you know tea comes in this beautiful paper flask? 🙂

Square boxStarving, we ordered dinner soon after and it arrived hot spicy and delicious in a square box 😀

QuicheDesperate for some quiche we tried calling Hogg’s Room but sadly they didnt deliver from Kolkata to Mumbai 😉

QuotaTaking inspiration from these two blissful canines we too decided to call it a day and catch up on our quota of sleep.

Quirky clock

But before I take your leave I must show you this quirky clock. Can you tell the time?

Thanks for visiting and do let me know in the comments how many rules were flouted in the making of this post 😀

 

SPF: A White Wedding

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A White Wedding

Words: 200

It was the most exciting Christmas ever, pretty much like her tenth birthday when she had got a puppy and a bicycle. And now after 25 years, her prayers had been answered with not one but two suitors.

“So Ryan or Dave?” Sheila asked.

“Dave is just a friend!” Fiona protested.

“Who loves you…”

“But I love Ryan,” Fiona wore a dreamy look. “I can’t believe that someone like Ryan could ever…”

“So you are grateful and overwhelmed with his attention?”

“I didn’t say that!”

“Seemed like it to me.” Sheila shrugged.

“Why do you say that?”

“Here you are at the ripe old age of 35, a self-made entrepreneur, no expectations of getting married ever, and in comes Ryan, the dashing handsome rake that you’ve always been warned about…”

“Yes I know!” groaned Fiona. “Dave is safe while Ryan is like skydiving. My brain says one thing and my heart another. It’s a tough call.”

“If you had to choose one, the puppy or the bike, what would you choose?”

“Mr. Pups for his unconditional love. The bike gave me a lot of grief. Even broke my leg.”

“Well, there’s your answer.”

 

“I do.” Fiona smiled mistily at Ryan.

 ***

Written for the Sunday photo fiction – a story in 200 words or less. Thanks to Alistair Forbes for hosting the challenge and and photo prompt. To read the other stories inspired by this prompt click here.

Just 4 Fun # 68

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and of course

Cold

wish you all a very happy brrr winter 😀 Looks really cool and chilled out right? 😉 Tough for those who are getting married and those having to attend weddings. Fashion usually wins over weather blues. But then again some prefer to cover their bases. Even if the entire world is watching

Vsocks

The highly popular actress-cricketer at their wedding – don’t miss Virat Kohli’s socks!!! I personally found it rather cute 😀 And I cannot resist another one on them

Coli

Good one huh? 😀 And here’s a few on changing times

1980

Guilty! 😦

Selfie

Sadly true…

Wifi

Again guilty – what about you?

Play

This one doesnt apply to me – I was always a homebody, a bookworm. What about you?

Moving on to some interesting and informative news:

NewsJust in case you weren’t quite sure about the gender involved…

houseLooks like the architect is fond of ships 😀 What do you think?

Okay that’s it from me this week people – have a super week or what’s left of it anyway 😉

Hope you found something that you enjoyed – none of which are mine by the way. I found them on the internet or received them as forwards and am just keeping the fun going.

And do let me know your favorite – or better still post your own and leave me a link I will be along in just a bit.

A Brand New Coiffure

It’s time for Sunday Trees and this week I present one with an elegant and unique hairdo. In an earlier post, Theresa had suggested that “the tree is a woman wearing a lovely hairdo.” I agreed but only as an afterthought because I had already found my own favorite coiffured lady 😀

But before you scroll down for a glimpse of her, do visit Theresa’s post on two special trees who sent me messages, which T was kind enough to home deliver right across the seven seas – amazing isnt it?! Thank you once again Theresa 🙂

Did you see them? Okay now you may scroll down 😀

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😀 Taken from here.Oh another one inspired from animals.

 

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Time for some hairdos inspired by trees don’t you think? Here’s one for inspiration – and a true original

 

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So which one is your favorite? Do let me know!

 

WPC: Sky High

The Daily Post’s Weekly Photo Challenge this week is Ascend, literal or otherwise. I opted to share one that has languishing on my desktop for quite a while now but is deserving of a larger audience. I often view it just to get a high albeit with a twinge of envy. I wish I could have seen it for myself.

Mini sky
Photo taken by my niece at Lyon

Nature in one of her moods 😉

 

CB&W: Howz That!

Yeah yeah I am late again 😦 But hey! Better late than never right? 😀 And I have just the right set for Cee’s last week’s Black and White Photo challenge: Houses. But then I may be prejudiced so I’ll let you be the judge – free and fair!

Got your wig on? Let’s go, I mean scroll 😉

42This house (okay building – Cee did say we could be creative 😉 has its head in the clouds. It’s in Kolkata and called The 42. Apparently they wanted to build 65 floors but were denied permission (as it would be too close to heaven?) and restricted it to 42. 😀

OyoI snapped this photo in Bengaluru for the reflection – looks really cool doesnt it?

Punascha

This is an open terraced house Punsacha (once again) at Santiniketan where the Nobel laureate Guru Rabindranath Tagore penned his immortal pieces. I was entranced by the idea of windows on the side walls of the open terrace. But then it was probably put there for the rainy days when the terrace would be covered with tarpaulin.

SantiniketanAnother house at the Santiniketan complex which I preferred to admire from afar 🙂

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Kolkata is a city of contrasts much more than any other metropolitan city in India, except perhaps Mumbai. And scenes such as this one is liberally interspersed between swanky new state of the art buildings.

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We were bewitched by the house or should I say the invisible residents of the house?

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Ruins

Was it not

just yesterday

when you

cut me down

to build your empire

upon my ruins?

 

The Genie

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The Genie

Words 100

 “Dadu, what did you get from the haat*?” His grandchildren crowded him.

Snehlata cracked another areca nut and spoke through a paan* stuffed mouth, “More junk for this junkyard.”

Ignoring her, he held up his treasure.

“What is it?” Rina wondered.

“I know!” Deep’s eyes sparkled. “That’s Humpty Dumpty. They put him together again!”

“No.” Dadu coughed. “It’s Aladdin’s lamp.”

“Rubbish!”

“Didu’s right,” Rina spoke hesitantly, “it doesn’t look…”

“They fooled us all these years.” Dadu spoke in hushed tones.

“Call the Genie Dadu,” Deep urged.

“Genie!” Dadu coughed. “Bring my inhaler!”

Snehlata held out the inhaler. “Dinner is served.”

 ***

*Haat: Local market in rural areas in India

*Paan: a preparation combining betel leaf with areca nut among other ingredients such as tobacco. It is chewed for its stimulant and psychoactive effects and prevalent in India since the 3rd Century A.D.

Written for the Friday Fictioneers – a story in 100 words or less. Thanks to Rochelle for hosting the challenge and Sandra Crooks for the photo prompt. To read the other stories inspired by this prompt click here.

Just 4 Fun # 67

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I could have pretended that this week didn’t happen, what say? 😉 But the truth is I was busy

BodyShopping and body building 😉 😀 And now post travel blues, megrims and migraines not to mention a pile of office and homework…

In other news, it is getting cold and apparently some people are suffering from brain freeze:

On a cold winter morning, a wife calls husband and says the car wont start and the dashboard shows the pic of a person sitting on a toilet seat. What should I do? Worried the husband asks the wife to send a pic of the dashboard which she dutifully does:

IMG-20171207-WA0002I guess she didn’t charge her neurons too well 😉 Or she shouldn’t have gotten up in the morning

Sleep

And health (readers of Moonshine hope you understand!) But with maturity comes wisdom…

His hersWisdom on how to ensure perfect harmony and marital bliss at home 😀

By the way any Wodehouse fans? I came across this fabulous list and just had to share

Vintage Wodehouse

“He had just about enough intelligence to open his mouth when he wanted to eat, but certainly no more.”

“He had the look of one who had drunk the cup of life and found a dead beetle at the bottom.”

“I could see that, if not actually disgruntled, he was far from being gruntled.”

“She looked as if she had been poured into her clothes and had forgotten to say ‘when’.”

“I always advise people never to give advice.”

“A melancholy-looking man, he had the appearance of one who has searched for the leak in life’s gas-pipe with a lighted candle.”

“There is only one cure for grey hair. It was invented by a Frenchman. It is called the guillotine.”

“It was a confusion of ideas between him and one of the lions he was hunting in Kenya that had caused A.B. Spottsworth to make the obituary column.
He thought the lion was dead, and the lion thought it wasn’t.”

“And she has got brains enough for two, which is exact quantity the girl who marries you will need.”

“When I see lovers’ names carved on trees, I don’t think it’s sweet. I only wonder how many people bring a knife on a date.”

“At the age of eleven or thereabouts women acquire a poise and an ability to handle difficult situations which a man, if he is lucky, manages to achieve somewhere in the later seventies.”

Hilarious aren’t they? My favorite is A.B. Spottsworth (I think!) which one is yours?

Okay that’s it from me this week people – have a super week or what’s left of it anyway 😉

Hope you found something that you enjoyed – none of which are mine by the way. I found them on the internet or received them as forwards and am just keeping the fun going.

And do let me know your favorite – or better still post your own and leave me a link I will be along in just a bit.

PS: Apologies to readers of Moonshine. I hope to be back on track from tomorrow (fingers-crossed).

 

The Freeloader

Hello! I am back – anyone miss me? Ah well neither did I – so there! 😉 I have been busy traveling and I did lots of shopping – tree shopping 😀 I saw scores of grand aging graceful and otherwise eye catching trees. But there’s one (or should I say two) that stand out among them all.

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The outer tree is a deodar tree and the inside one is the jarul tree (Lagerstroemia speciosa giant crape-myrtle, Queen’s crape-myrtle, banabá plant for Philippines, or Pride of India). At least that is what a local guide told us. But I am not really convinced, especially about the deodar tree which grows in the Himalayan regions and has needle like leaves. Perhaps it is the sal tree? Do you recognize the trees? Ferdi? Anyone?

But these are technicalities and as the bard said what is in a name? Especially when there is so much to see, marvel and wonder over.

Can you see how the jarul split the mother tree? And that despite being split she continues to nurture her protege? Did you notice how the jarul tree was cut away from its base and roots but yet it continues to grow deriving nourishment, sustenance and support from the parent tree.

A marvelous example of nature’s beauty, tenacity, and capacity to survive against all odds isnt it?

Linked to Becca’s Sunday Trees

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No one

can save

me

from you

not even

me

SPF: Laughter the Best Glue

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Laughter the Best Glue

Words 201

“Happy fiftieth.” She placed his morning cup of tea on the table beside him as he sat bundled up in front of the heater.

“You’re losing it woman.” He grunted. “I was born in summer.”

“What!” she halted in the act of sitting down. “Are you…?” she looked at him worriedly before easing down on the chair opposite him. “Very funny!” she huffed.

“Aha!” He chortled. “You thought I had lost it.”

“Aren’t you going to wish me too?”

“Fifty years?” he mused. “Such a long time yet seems like yesterday doesn’t it?”

“You were busy plotting ways to keep me jumping through the hoops.”

“I have been difficult haven’t I?” He looked at her. “What made you stick around?”

“Why did you?” she parried.

“I asked first.”

“Never mind,” she sneered loftily, “I know why.”

“Because I love you?”

“Nonsense! Because you are lazy!” She twinkled. “And you hate any sort of change.”

“But you revel in change.” He peered at her over his glasses. “So what’s your excuse?”

She shrugged. “Same difference.”

“How?” He frowned. “You like change…”

“And you are so unpredictable.” She dropped a kiss on his shining pate. “Besides you always manage to make me laugh.”

 ***

 Written for the Sunday Photo Fiction – a story in 200 words or less. Thanks to Alistair Forbes for regularly hosting the challenge (even if I dont always manage to rise to the bait) and the photo prompt. To read the other stories inspired by this prompt click here

Just 4 Fun # 66

First Monday of the last month of the year! Whew how swiftly the year has flown – thanks to all the fun stuff right 😉

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Okay so let’s see what all can I do for a better today…

Cooking

Exactly! Well I guess not just me, many others would be heaving a sigh of relief 😀

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See what I mean? But then again

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Hmm that’s a bit of a friendly (even if unwanted) advice….

Image result for cooking jokes images                                               That’s how I cook 😉

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Actually I think this when I look at the the mouth watering delicious photos of the finished product. But jokes apart

 

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Oh well I gotta go to the kitchen – a person’s got to eat right?

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Okay that’s it from me this week people – have a super week 🙂

Hope you found something that you enjoyed – none of which are mine by the way. I found them on the internet and am just keeping the fun going.

And do let me know your favorite – or better still post your own and leave me a link I will be along in just a bit.

Party Venue

20171125_105805The perfect getaway for some catch up time with friends on warm sunny winter mornings 🙂

Linked to Becca’s Sunday Trees

Are You Complicit?

Complicit has been adjudged the word of the year, as it is the most searched for word online at Dictionary.com. The article is an interesting read and gives a comprehensive overview of some of key events of the year 2017.

After the 2015’s unbelievable word of year and the depressing post-truth in 2016, I find myself quite enamored with complicit.

Complicit according to Dictionary.com means “choosing to be involved in an illegal or questionable act, especially with others; having partnership or involvement in wrongdoing.” That means I can safely exclude me you and most others. So why would I ask if you (or I) were complicit? I mean we have not chosen to be involved in any illegal act have we?

The Merriam-Webster dictionary defines complicit as “helping to commit a crime or do wrong in some way.”

Choosing is an act of commission but in some way is a more loose/vague phrase and may include an act of omission as well. And that is what complicity is all about – omission or as Dictionary.com elaborates: “Or, put simply, it means being, at some level, responsible for something . . . even if indirectly.”

And therein lies the strength and beauty of the word – in its connotation. Simply looking the other way could make you complicit. It is a word that that ropes in everyone standing on the sidelines, it points fingers, grabs us by the collar and demands to know: Why are you silent? Why are you COMPLICIT?

Complicit brings to the fore what we have always been taught since school: “Forget not that the grossest crime is to compromise with injustice and wrong. Remember the eternal law: you must give, if you want to get.” Subhas Chandra Bose

Yet like all lessons this too needed to be brushed up and reiterated. And we need to be shaken out from our stupor, our chalta hai attitude and speak out. We are a certified argumentative lot so why don’t we speak out more?

It is time that we stood up and be counted. Be that ‘faceless’ society in whose name today honor killings and other atrocities against women continue to be committed. It is time to stop blaming the victim and call out the real perpetrators – her parents for being responsible for dowry deaths and bride burning.

It is time to call them out, shift them from the victim category and lump them along with the killers. Why are only in-laws being booked? Why not the parents too? The in-laws can demand, deprive, torture and murder the bride only because her parents are complicit. If they weren’t, then they would have taken her away at the first instance of threat and injustice. With an assured safe house, no girl would feel the need to commit suicide or strangle her own daughter.

But unfortunately, not many parents do that, do they? Once she is married, their responsibility ends. They have done their duty, fed her clothed her, educated her, gotten her married and sent her off with due pomp and ceremony to her real home, her paradise on earth. They are more than happy and relieved to be free of their burden and more than ready to reap the benefits of their good karma.

Wait. What if there is trouble in paradise?

Well what could they do? They were poor, old, incapable and bechare. They didn’t make the rules the society did and if everyone could follow the rules so could she. It was now time for her to pay her parents back for their sacrifice, do her duty, be the ‘good girl’ and shoulder her own burden. Silently.

Besides, if it was her destiny to be an educated, qualified six-figure earning 21st century slave, what could her parents do except shed unhappy tears, keep fasts and pray?

Fiction? No. Just the unpleasant, painful, disturbing reality of many a woman in India. One that we prefer to look away from, blame her and think of other safer comfortable things. But like Luvvie Ajayi says in her amazing TED talkLet’s get comfortable with being uncomfortable.

While skydiving she realized that “comfort is overrated. Because being quiet is comfortable. Keeping things the way they’ve been is comfortable. And all comfort has done is maintain the status quo. So we’ve got to get comfortable with being uncomfortable by speaking these hard truths when they’re necessary.” Like she says, “And in a world that wants us to whisper, I choose to yell.”

As do I. If aging infirm parents can sue their sons and the government mobilized to enact a law that makes it a legal obligation for children and heirs to provide better and safe living conditions for them why can’t similar provisions be made for daughters trapped in unhappy marriages?

Well, why are you so silent?

Are you ready to call a spade a spade or if you like fairy tales, call the naked emperor naked?

Are you going to speak up? Stop existing in isolation? Take sides? Make a difference, and leave the world a little bit better than it was?

 Or would you prefer to be complicit?

 Your choice, their lives.

***

 

# 7 of 7 Day B&W Photo

It’s the last day of the 7 Day B&W Photo challenge but don’t think you’ve seen the last of me 😀

“Since when,” he asked,
“Are the first line and last line of any poem
Where the poem begins and ends?
Seamus Heaney

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Imprisoned –

me in you

you in me

Thank you all for your indulgence and patience – wish you all a wonderful weekend 🙂

For links to the previous posts click here:

Day 1 

Day 2 

Day 3 

Day 4

Day 5

Day 6

 

# 6 of 7 day B&W Photo

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The worst feeling isn’t about being lonely but about being forgotten by the person whom you can’t forget.” Anonymous

That’s rather sad isn’t it? But then life is all about perspective isn’t it?

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Have a great day 🙂

For links to the previous posts (and to read about the challenge) click here

Day 1 

Day 2 

Day 3 

Day 4

Day 5

 

 

# 5 of 7 B&W Photo

Day 5 of the 7 day 7 B&W challenge no people no explanation – you can read more about it here: Day 1 Day 2 & Day 3 & Day 4

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“I don’t count my sit-ups; I only start counting when it starts hurting because they’re the only ones that count.” Muhammad Ali

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Hope you liked the photo and thank you for visiting. If you wish to join the challenge, be my guest! thumbs up

 

Have a wonderful day 🙂

 

# 4 of 7 B&W Photo

For those who have just dropped in, I am doing the (self) modified version of the 7 day 7 B&W photo challenge. Today I have chosen to present the photo of an old building zoomed through the trees from the sixth floor. It reminded me of an aging desolate and lonely character and somehow prescient of many a future.

20171125_130456.jpgAs we age, aching and hurting from our myriad life experiences and fading memories of the idealism, passion and enthusiasm of those days, we take it upon ourselves to advise and guide youngsters.  Often we are the ones who enchain them and weight them down and restrain them from reaching higher.

But as Charlotte Brontë wrote in Jane Eyre: “I do not think, sir, you have any right to command me, merely because you are older than I, or because you have seen more of the world than I have; your claim to superiority depends on the use you have made of your time and experience.

How true!

Similarly I cannot help but agree with H.L. Mencken  who said: “The older I grow, the more I distrust the familiar doctrine that age brings wisdom.

This is quite in contrast to the general prevalent notion (at least in India) that the older generation knows best and youngsters should always defer to their superior sense and sensibilities. But having crossed the hill I think I can safely say that this is definitely not true. We have also bumbled our way through (I know I have!) and often have not learned anything worthwhile on the way. And it is just by pure luck that we have reached a position where we consider ourselves worthy and deserving of the privilege of handing out notes and tips on how to live life.

Possibly with disastrous consequences.

It is my belief that have-been players, should stay in the shadows, watching, willing to offer support but only if asked for. The youth, like us, must be given the freedom and scope to make their own mistakes, chart their own paths. And perhaps most importantly stop living our lives vicariously through our children.

Does that mean it is our kismet to wait in the sidelines, waiting for someone to drop in and grant a moment of their time? On the contrary!

Now is the time to dust up those forgotten memories, brush up hidden hopes and desires and live life as we once wanted to.

No matter how old you are now. You are never too young or too old for success or going after what you want. Here’s a short (edited) list of people who accomplished great things at different ages

1) Issac Newton wrote Philosophiæ Naturalis Principia Mathematica at age 24

2) Albert Einstein was 26 when he wrote the theory of relativity

3) J.K. Rowling was 30 years old when she finished the first manuscript of Harry Potter

4) Martin Luther King Jr. was 34 when he wrote the speech “I Have a Dream.”

5) Mark Twain was 40 when he wrote “The Adventures of Tom Sawyer”, and 49 years old when he wrote “Adventures of Huckleberry Finn”

6) Suzanne Collins was 46 when she wrote “The Hunger Games”

7) Charles Darwin was 50 years old when his book On the Origin of Species came out.

8) Dr. Seuss was 54 when he wrote “The Cat in the Hat”.

9) J.R.R Tolkien was 62 when the Lord of the Ring books came out.

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I plan to be the 10th on the list 😉 Or will you beat me to it? 😀

On your marks

Get set

Go!

I am not challenging anyone but do feel free to join in if you so wish 🙂

Just in case you wish to visit the earlier posts on this challenge, here are the links:

Day 1

Day 2

Day 3

Thanks for visiting and your lovely little note 😀

#3 of 7 B&W Photo

It’s Day 3 of the no explanation no people 7 day B&W photo challenge. Simple right? But me being me – I had to go and complicate it 😀

I never knew anybody . . . who found life simple. I think a life or a time looks simple when you leave out the details.” ― Ursula K. Le Guin, The Birthday of the World and Other Stories

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Right left

straight

up down

and

sideways

she tried

her hand

at everything

believing

knowing

that one day

even fate

would give in.

Thank you Orange for nominating me – people please do check out her awesome blog and selection although I have to confess this one is my favorite and not just because it breaks the rules 😉

If you are worried and upset at having missed my earlier posts on this challenge here are the links 😀

Day 1

Day 2

Have a great day and see ya tomorrow!

Just 4 Fun # 65

Hi! What’s up people? Do you have time for some fun? Well let’s go then! 😀

Stories

Gud! Shudder Anyway Good morning and more of the same

Bride

Well are you brave enough? 😉

Grammer

Err umm…

Morons

😀 😀 But let’s not over-react

Over react

Now for some jugaad stuff

Clock

Pretty cool huh?

Car India

It’s not really his fault – he is himself not sure which way he wants to go 😀 Besides he did communicate it – tough luck that you arent so good at telepathy 😉

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And 90 is the new 50 – no wonder math is hard! Anyway I am off to work off the excess flab

Top 50 Funniest Memes Collection #meme hilarious

True that…

eleMy favorite forward of the week  – question is does he want to play or sweep? 😀

Okay that’s it from me this week people – have a super week.

Hope you found something that you enjoyed – none of which are mine by the way. I found them on the internet and am just keeping the fun going.

And do let me know your favorite – or better still post your own and leave me a link I will be along in just a bit.

 

 

 

 

Prickly Pear

Recently I had been to Bengaluru for a quick family trip. We managed (;) to make time to visit Cubbon Park spread over 300 acres with more than 6000 trees. And stunning gorgeous ones too. Don’t worry you too shall feast your eyes upon them by and by. The first of them is here but today for Becca’s Sunday Trees I have a tree from elsewhere in Bengaluru. It fruits (budding blossoms?) looked like what I imagine prickly pear would. But I couldn’t find out which tree it was – perhaps you can identify it for me?

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A closer look at the ‘prickly pear’

No idea2Do you know which tree this is? Anyone? Ferdi?

Thanks for visiting – hope you have a super week!

 

 

#2 of 7 B&W Photos

Okay so I am participating in the (modified) 7 day 7 B&W photo challenge. And if you visited that post you may have noticed I over-spoke in a no-speak post yesterday so I will spare you the chatter today and go straight on with the photo.

“If all difficulties were known at the outset of a long journey, most of us would never start out at all.”      Dan Rather

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“The only journey is the one within.” Rainer Maria Rilke

Until tomorrow then but before that please mark your attendance in the comment box waiting

And also linking to WPC – Transformation. All photos have been transformed to B&W 😀

CFFC: Nine (plus one) Photos

First I jumped into the seven day seven photo challenge and now I am here with nine (plus one) photos! Think I have lost it? Well finally I am allowed to! 😀

Cee this week has challenged us to photos which begin with N. So off without any further ado:

NamasteNamaste! Won’t you come into my blog 🙂

Neon lightsNeon lights floating in the air

CRP nightNight view of Delhi around Diwali. Would you like to have dinner?

No dinersNo diners yet! Maybe we have time for a stroll outside. Perhaps do some shopping?

New BagNew bag 🙂

Necklace

Necklace 😉 And now that we are bedecked and done with dinner, time to go out into the world.

New buildingNew and old, young and old, rich and poor coexist without a care – indeed as they should, where else but amchi Mumbai.

No-man's landAway from the hustle bustle of the crowded cities, they view the lesser two legged beings from their perch in no-man’s land

New sprigsBruised embattled and battered yet new sprigs continue to shoot up – never-say die tree. An uplifting inspiring enchanting mammoth tree don’t you think?

NoseWell now it is time for my nap with my nose in the air 😀

Thank you for your time – do let me know your favorite 🙂

Namaste!

#1 of 7 B&W Photos

Hello friends what’s up? All good one hopes 🙂 I’ve been drowning in guilt the last few weeks slacking off on my blogging duties worried. To atone for my laziness, I shall post non-stop for the next 7 years months weeks days. rolling on the floor

You should have seen your expressiondevil

Anyway not my fault – Rekha the artist par excellence, photography buff and a budding storyteller nominated me for the 7 days 7 B&W photo challenge.

But relax! It’s just one photo per day with the following rules:

  1. Post seven black and white photos of your life, on seven days.
  2. No people.
  3. No explanation.
  4. Challenge someone new each day

Ever since I discovered my creative bone winkingI have begun to chafe at rules and regulations. Besides, after all these years of toeing the line, I think it’s time to live it up, break some noise don’t ya think? party

20171125_122537.jpgWarm bright sunshine on a chilly morning at a friend’s garden. By the way can you spot Scoobie?

“Whenever I feel the need to exercise, I lie down until it goes away.”Paul Terry

My challenge is to you dear readers – leave me a comment big grin Come on be a sport, it really isn’t as tough as you make it out to berolling eyes

And if you wish to join the challenge be my guest! thumbs up

Until tomorrow.wave

Oh well fine, if you insist:

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Have a happy happy Sunday!

And also linking to WPC – Transformation. All photos have been transformed to B&W 😀

Day 2 here.

 

Missed Call

Hello friends, curious about the outcome, I couldn’t resist writing a sequel to last week’s FF: The Helpline Number but I think (and hope) this works as a standalone story as well. As usual thank you for your indulgence 🙂

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Photo (c) Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Missed Call

Words 100

 “Yes?” The portly neighbor’s eyes glistened.

“I’m locked out.” She said. “Could you call a carpenter?”

“At this time?” He opened the door.

She backed away.

But she wouldn’t call him.

 

His house was spic and span. Not a crease out of place. Just the way he liked it. Yet everything looked cold, clinical.

He gave the cushion a restless twitch.

Her inhaler.

 His breath caught.

What if she needed it?

 What did he care?

She had walked out.

Why the hell wasn’t she picking her phone?

 

How careless can you be?” He brandished her inhaler.

She burrowed into him.

***

Written for the Friday Fictioneers – A story in 100 words or less. Thank you Rochelle for hosting the challenge and the photo prompt. To read the other stories inspired by this prompt click here.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Just 4 Fun # 64

I am late for fun this week. Not my fault – I was all set but then this happened:-

Fly

Err well not exactly but I was very nearly stranded at the airport but for some good karma 😀

As you may have guessed I have been traveling and came across the most wonderful contraption

Book

Isn’t that cool? Actually I feel like this with my kindle reader – carry my entire library wherever I go. Dreams do come true! Anyway I am back and happy to report that the smog situation is much much better. Although you wouldnt think it to look at this couple

IMG-20171109-WA0004Is this an example of one man’s poison another man’s kiss? Because without the smog they wouldn’t have been able to snog so freely 😀

Minions | Jewels Art Creation

Hehehe 😀

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Hmmm

😀 😀

Okay that’s it from me this week people – have a super week.

Hope you found something that you enjoyed – none of which are mine by the way. I found them on the internet and am just keeping the fun going.

And do let me know your favorite – or better still post your own and leave me a link I will be along in just a bit.

Call me

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Helpline Number

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Photo (c) J Hardy Carroll

The Helpline Number

Words 102

It was dark when she let herself into her new apartment. Switching on the lights she gazed around delightedly.

The room was exactly as she had left it. The upturned heels, the dupatta* trailing on the floor, a half-opened book, the banana peel.

She was truly free of that obnoxious odious nitpicking man!

Humming, she threw open the windows.

Neither a ‘garbage dump’ nor a ‘pigsty’ she thought as she put out the trash.

A gush of wind slammed the door shut.

Locked out without her phone!

 Sweat broke out on her brow.

She couldn’t recollect any phone number.

Except for his.

***

*dupatta: a long scarf usually of cotton or silk.

PS: Would you like to know what happened next? Click here 😉

Written for the Friday Fictioneers – a story in 100 words or less. Thanks to Rochelle for hosting the challenge and J Hardy Carroll for the photo prompt. To read the other stories inspired by this prompt click here.

Thanks for reading 🙂

The Skyscraper

Skyscraper

So, can you spot the skyscraper?

Hint: Linked to Becca’s Sunday Trees 😉

WPC: Temporary

The Daily Post offers prompts for photo challenges which are temporary in nature as a new prompt is provided each week. Because of the fleeting evanescent nature of time I couldn’t complete the challenge in the allotted time span. But then again after a lifetime of being punctual and on the dot (and even before the dot at several occasions) I am enjoying the freedom of being late . And wonder of wonders – the world around doesn’t actually instantly burst into indignant protesting smithereens (honestly it continues to surprise me that no such things happens if I am late or even absent :D) 😉

So a few selected visuals of all things temporary – hope you like 🙂

tikka

Food is so temporary isnt it? Just lasts a mealtime – sometimes not even that 😉

20160617_142550Almost sacrilege to dig into such a work of art don’t you think?

Dance

The raibeshe dancers create a temporary aesthetic formation. If you like to see more of these amazing folk dancers from West Bengal click here You won’t be disappointed, I am quite sure.

So what else is temporary?

Coco

Coco’s infection

TreeboThe perfectly made bed at a hotel 😀

HaircutMy sister’s haircut! Mine is sorta permanent 😉

ScrabbleA game of scrabble – have you played it? Can you redo the words on the board once the game is over? I did it once and my husband still owes me…

FallThe brilliant colors of fall imported from Germany 🙂

Cheers to you from India Chinese rose Have a super weekend!

Don’t forget to leave me your favorite and what would be your idea of temporary. Thanks for visiting.

 

 

Just 4 Fun # 63

SuprabhatSuprabhat or Good morning. I thought this was too beautiful not to share – what do you think?

The Missing Goat!?

It all started one lazy Sunday afternoon
in a small town near Toronto in Canada.

Two school-going friends had a crazy idea.

They rounded up three goats from the neighborhood and painted the numbers
1, 2 and 4 on their sides.

That night they let the goats loose
inside their school building.

The next morning,
when the authorities entered the school,
they could smell something was wrong.

They soon saw goat droppings
on the stairs and near the entrance
and realized that some goats had
entered the building.

A search was immediately launched
and very soon, the three goats were found.

But the authorities were worried,
where was goat No. 3?

They spent the rest of the day
looking for goat No.3.

The school declared classes off for the students for the rest of the day.

The teachers, helpers, guards,
canteen staffs, boys were all busy
looking for the goat No. 3,
which, of course, was never found.

Simply because
it did not exist.

Those among us who in spite of having
a good life are always feeling a
“lack of fulfillment”
are actually looking for the elusive,
missing, non-existent
Goat No.3.

Whatever the area of complaint or dissatisfaction, relationship,
job-satisfaction, finance, achievements, ……
An absence of something
is always larger than  the
presence of many other things.

Let’s Stop worrying about goat No.3
n enjoy the life…
Life would be so much happier
without the worries….😊

Have a blessed  Day….!!!

And don’t let the non existent imaginary goat number 3 waste your time and happiness.
Enjoy life with what you have.

🐐🐐   ?  🐐

Govt

That reminds me of another one

Hell

And when there is traffic jam on the highway it probably looks like this:

Black

😀

Minion

That’s it from me this week – have a super week

Wine

Hope you found something that you enjoyed – none of which are mine by the way. I found them on the internet and am just keeping the fun going.

And do let me know your favorite – or better still post your own and leave me a link I will be along in just a bit.

 

 

One for All

AES

gn@r∠ed

kn§tty

b∂nt

straight

or

skewed

black white brown

or

green

this earth

belongs to all

like it or not

***

PS: In keeping with the spirit of the thought I tried to do different but wonder if I went overboard? Do let me know – thanks!

Linked to Becca’s Sunday Trees

 

One Step at a Time

chicagomg
Photo (c) Marie Gall Stratford

One Step at a Time

 Words 100

Top floor! She panicked. Never in a thousand years would she manage to reach her goal.

She spied a signage and sighed in relief. Ah the lift!

She hurried to join the tail end of a long winding queue.

The queue behind grew longer and yet she didn’t move an inch.

Restless and impatient, she chaffed at the wait.

“Want to jump queue?” A voice whispered temptingly.

“How? I am new with no resources.”

“Fresh and resource full.” He leered lasciviously.

No time and miles to go.

Decision made she stepped out of the queue and headed for the stairs.

***

Written for the Friday Fictioneers – a story in 100 words or less. Thanks to Rochelle for hosting the challenge and Marie Gall Stratford for the photo prompt. To read the other stories or participate click here.

 

WPC: Sneak Peek

Hello everyone! How have you been? Sorry to have been MIA – too many things happening. Pollution levels haven’t helped and I seem to be floundering in a haze of unformed fleeting thoughts and ideas. And there is no light at the end of the tunnel. Don’t believe me? Have a look.

TunnelScene at 5.30 pm

IMG-20171108-WA0003And this is the most popular meme doing the rounds these days

Veiled

Although I have to admit this is my personal favorite. Anyway I seem to be rambling more than usual. I intended to post some pictures related to last week’s Daily Post’s challenge Peek. But then I guess these gave you a peek into my mind 😀 But if you are still up to it, here are the ones that I had originally intended to post but never got the time to do so.

KidAren’t we all like the little boy peeking curiously at the world around us, trying to make sense and often unsuccessfully.

SunrayA ray of sun peeks out through the clouds (not smog!) at the foothills of the Himalayas.

TreesunThe Sun plays peek-a-boo with the tree

Short treeThe tiny tree peeks out from behind the taller cousins

SquirrelSafe in the arms of Mother Nature, the squirrel peeks out

DanceA sneak peak into a folk dance – colorful ladies

Dance2and their counterparts

cafe

Okay so now I am off to grab a coffee and breakfast – care to join me? I’m waitin 😉