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.”

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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.

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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.”

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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