CFFC: A Purple Theme

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

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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

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

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

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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 😀

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“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

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“… 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

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“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

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“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

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“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

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“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

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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!”

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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

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The cutest designer baggage ever 😀

For Cee’s Oddball Photo Challenge

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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!

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Photo prompt (c) Shaktiki Sharma

Incarcerated

 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.

Somehow.

Anyhow.

Jump… Slit… Hang…

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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

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

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And off he goes!

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

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

FFfAW #82: Precious Games

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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.”

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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!