WPS: An Embellished Tale

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Photo from Google Maps

An Embellished Tale

Words 152

 “Tell us a story Granny,” the children clamored.

“Hmm, okay. Long ago, a learned sadhu lived in the jungle. People came from near and far away villages to hear him speak of religion and spirituality.”

“Granny…” Lily whined but Molly shushed her.

“One day, Nag, the snake heard the Sadhu’s talk on brotherly love and nonviolence. Moved, Nag vowed to renounce his deadly habit.”

“Oh!” exclaimed Lilly.

“Slowly the villagers got to know of Nag’s saintly nature. They teased and provoked him with sticks and stones.”

“How mean.”

“The half-dead Nag accused the Sadhu of teaching wrong things.”

“What did the Sadhu say?”

I told you to shun violence but did I tell you not to raise your hood?”

“Then?” Molly prodded.

“Nag began to hiss. Scared, the villagers avoided him. Sadhu and Nag became friends and they lived happily ever after.”

Granny twinkled and pointed to the photo on the wall.

***

 A/N: This is one of my favorite childhood tales – I just embellished it to fit the photo which was irresistible and mesmerizing. If you look carefully, the right one is Nag and the left one is the monk with his staff 😉

Written for What Pegman Saw – a story in 150 words or less.  Thanks to K. Rawson for hosting the challenge and Google Maps for the photo prompt. To read the other stories inspired by this prompt click here.

War Zone

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The summer Sun blazed down with an unbearable intensity.

The air shimmered and Mother Earth sizzled.

The trees stood tall, proud defiant and unbowed.

They had never bent and never would.

She alone submitted.

Perhaps He would be happy.

Perhaps He would relent.

She would do whatever it took.

For this wasn’t just about her.

There were others fighting a losing battle.

It wasn’t much.

Yet for the scorched traveler, her shade was heaven.

Just as not all those who wander are lost, not all those who yield are weak.

Linked to Becca’s Sunday Trees – 306 and the WPC – Layered

CFFC: A Peek into my E-files

Hola all you beautiful people! How was your week? Great I hope 🙂 This week, Cee has a special (more than usual [which is like really a lot you know]) fun foto challenge – she wants Es. At least two. Now if only I had a photo of Cee 😉 Or maybe I could get creative and use a screenshot of her blog…would that do Cee? Oh well until she replies, let me see what I can excavate from my archives 😉

Here goes…

Sculptor

This one is from the streets of Delhi. A sculpture by Devi Prasad Roy representing Gandhi’s Dandi March of 1930 which sparked the beginning of the nonviolent civil disobedience movement in colonial India.

LawnA lush green lawn with a fountain in the middle. There are lots of trees too and oh they are green too 😉

FieldThe generous tree offers to share her colors with the lackluster lawn (thanks Ruma for the photo 🙂

BuidlingA green hatted building 😀

SteepGoing down the steep flight stairs is my lil sister loaded with shopping bags. I was busy clicking pics you see 😉 Psst would you care to see the loot?

ElegantElegant don’t you think?

SareeA A pink and green saree

BheemChota Bheem – part of my gift to her. Another story for another day 😉

ElenaWe didn’t buy this doll but we did buy a doll. Why didn’t I include that here? Oh but Khushi didn’t fit into the challenge you see, Elena did. She has beautiful eyes (eyelashes too) and sports a range of colors, white red pink yellow and green!

It time for Elena and me to say goodbye – have a super weekend 🙂

Cheers!

Worse Than Death

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Worse than Death

 Words 100

The perfect night for ghosts, he thought as he trudged into the darkness.

The winds shrieked and swirled about him ruffling the white sheet draped around his shoulders like a cape. He clutched it closer.

Why the hell did I agree to this dare?

Scare ghosts with a sheet? Sheesh.

Chanting the Hanuman Chalisa* over the rattle of the shutters, he stepped inside.

What could he take as proof?

“Mammaaa!”

Was that a…ghost?

“What are you doing here?” He asked the girl from down the street.

“Hiding.”

“Here? Aren’t you afraid of ghosts?”

“Ghosts can only kill you.”

***

* Hanuman Chalisa is considered to be one of the most powerful mantras to overcome obstacles and remove fear especially of ghosts and black magic.

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

 

SPF: Taking the Highway

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Photo (c) John Robinson

Taking the Highway

Words 199

 Lata put away the dinner things and looked over to Tumul, her husband of three decades. As usual, he was blowing smoke rings.

“Why do you insist on smoking?” Lata burst out. “The doctor…”

“I’m not smoking dammit! Can’t you see I am practicing for the smoke rings competition?” He coughed. “This year I will beat that insufferable Ghosh…”

“But at what cost?”

“Death is inevitable.” He lit another cigarette. “May as well do something great before then.”

“Why choose something so destructive? Why not do some charity…?”

“Reserve the lecture for your students.” He snapped. “Go away and leave me alone!”

A smoky heart floated across to her.

“As you wish.” She dragged out a packed suitcase.

He blew another ring that slipped down over her head to encircle her throat.

“I’m sorry Tumul,” her voice cracked, “But I cannot sit and watch you kill yourself…”

“Don’t be a fool Lata.” He rasped. “I’ll stop once I win…”

“What if you don’t win? What if you fail?”

“Real failure is not in failing but in not trying.” He intoned.

“It is also failure not to know when to stop trying.” She swallowed. “I’m done being a failure.”

***

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

Thanks for reading 🙂

 

Her Story

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This isn’t about you

This isn’t even about me

This is about all those who

who gave of themselves

to make us

us.

 

Linked to Becca’s Sunday Trees – 305

 

CFFC: Diverse Directions

Cee’s fun foto challenge on D’s has taken me on a wild goose chase and even that didn’t fit the challenge! 😉 But nevertheless I insist on presenting photos hoping that as usual Cee will give me a long rope 😀

But first something that she can’t object to; besides this is her favorite, right Cee? 🙂

DahliaDahlias – need I say more 😀 Now for some fun stuff

Dancing treeA dancing tree on top of the other trees!

DeplionA depressed lion in Hyderabad outside the Salar Jung Museum

Deplion2Another depressed lion at Lucerne, Switzerland. Perhaps they are long lost brothers, separated by continents…

DuckA duck, just to prove I know what the challenge is all about 😀 Unless this is not a duck…

Deserted streetsThe deserted streets at dusk

DesignerHA designer house or is it a cafe restaurant? And don’t miss the redefined green wall-to-wall carpeting.

Building

Another designer building at Jaipur, the pink city

DanceDancer balancing on an earthen pot balanced on another earthen pot on the head of another dancer…whew

StiltsDancers on stilts. I have featured these dancers before and if you missed them the first time or would like to revisit, click here.

Hope you liked my selection – thanks for visiting, have a great weekend 🙂

 

 

Not That Desperate

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Not That Desperate

 Words 99

“Sharpen your tools!” The shrill cry cut through smothering blanket of heat.

She handed a kitchen knife to the scrawny unkempt man.

“That will be Rupees 10.”

Reluctantly she held out a 10-Rupee note.

He bowed over it.

His first earning of the day! She was glad she hadn’t bargained with him.

He sat on his haunches. “I am thirsty.”

He downed the water. “Business is dull.” He looked down. “I haven’t eaten roti for two days.”

Poor man.

She offered him her favorite snack – bread topped with mango pickle.

Gingerly picking up the pickle, he walked away.

***

Roti: Wheat-based flat bread popular in India

Based on a true incident

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

 

 

WPS: All Worked Up

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Image from Google Maps

All Worked Up

 Words 150

“What’s up Sia? You look upset.” Her colleague, Nisha asked.

Sia made a moue. “The Boss is mad at me for taking leave at such a crucial juncture.”

“Damn that woman.” Nisha said. “Why were you on leave? All well?”

“Not exactly.” Sia said. “My father-in-law is in the hospital…”

“Oh I am sorry. What happened?”

“He had a heat stroke while exploring the Old Fort.”

“You went exploring in this heat? Are you crazy?”

“Don’t blame me! Explore your city is part of my son’s holiday homework.”

“Home*&%^#work!” Nisha cursed. “That took us to the brink of divorce.”

“What?!”

“I had to stay up till late to complete my 6-year-old daughter’s assignments.”

“Uho.”

“Things came to a head when she had to make a family tree.”

“What happened?”

“My mother-in-law accused me of deliberately pasting a photo that made her look old and fat.”

“Did you?”

“Err, well…”

***

I was inspired by Penny’s double entry to What Pegman Saw and of course the view to attempt this challenge – a story in 150 words or less. Thanks to K. Rawson for hosting the challenge and Google Maps for the photo. To read the other stories inspired by this prompt click here.

 

Standing Tall

Summer is all but over and it is ‘technically’ off season for the glorious amaltas. Remember them? On one my (rare) morning walks, I caught them all decorously green and yet nestling within her folds were splashes of yellow.

 

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Apparently even trees hate to give up their jewelry 😉 Or perhaps she is just ensuring for her future generations 🙂 But seriously, minus her glowing golden aura or her bare devil may care look, she does look rather drab and uninteresting doesn’t she? Let’s take a closer look shall we?

ScarredAt first I though she offered high rise apartments for rent. 😀 But on a closer look I realized they aren’t  bird nests but scars from old wounds – branches that she has nurtured and in all likelihood mercilessly cut off. Does she not feel the pain of loss? How could she not? Yet she continues to grow and bloom, undeterred.

The show, you see, must go on.

The wound is the place where the Light enters you.” ― Jalaluddin Rumi

Have a super week.

Linked to Becca’s Sunday Trees – 304