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?


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 🙂


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.


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



Was it not

just yesterday

when you

cut me down

to build your empire

upon my ruins?


The Genie


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.”


“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


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.


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


No one

can save


from you

not even


SPF: Laughter the Best Glue


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 😉


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


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.