Misty Mornings

There is something about misty mornings  when the windowpanes tell so many stories: Sometimes it looks like the demons are  attacking the world, sometimes people are  climbing mountains and sometimes it looks like the children are playing on the grass. I wake up every morning and look at the window to decipher the story written by the dew drops.

On a foggy day outside world looks surreal. It looks within reach yet beyond my touch. Water in its many forms continue to intrigue me.

Above post is for H20 challenge

 

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That’s how a spooky story started #3linetales

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photo by Ben Rosett – large version here

“The empty swing, the shadow of someone approaching the swing and a white ghost like figure at the far end of the chairs,  – Definitely, it’s a spooky swing!”, gasped his friend  seeing the photo.

The photographer amused with this inference immediately uploaded the photo on Facebook with the title ‘Spooky Swing’ , added the explanation provided by his friend , and that post, which was meant to be a prank , went viral  as a ‘Paranormal sighting’ within few minutes !

“Oh! This is how spooky stories start!”, thought the photographer, who alone knew the truth that the girl who was supposed to sit on the swing left to play with her friends exactly at the moment he clicked the camera.!

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P.S: The above post is written for ‘Three line tales: Week Thirty-Seven’ challenge by Sonya, the author of ‘Only 100 Words’ blog. Thank you, Sonya, for hosting this challenge. To read more posts for this event, click here.

My love for pizza #limerick

 

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As I savor  a slice of pizza with soft melted cheese

my diet plan goes on a freeze; my friends tease

Fitting into my jeans would be a tight squeeze,

But my love for pizza will never cease.

Just one slice wouldn’t appease; I say “One more slice, please”.

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P.S: The above limerick is written for Limerick Challenge Week 41: ‘Taste’ 

Thank you Rashmi for hosting this challenge .

 

Mom’s time off #3LineTales

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photo by Mike Wilson

“I too need some rest every day”, thought a Mom , who got exhausted managing her restaurant, and catering to every need of her family.

So, at home too, she hung up a ‘SERVICE’ board at the entrance of her bedroom, instructed her family members that she will be at their service only during specific timings in the day and walked into her room for some peaceful “me” time.

After an hour of undisturbed siesta when she happily entered the living room,she was shocked to see the cluttered house which would take her next 3 hours to clean!

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P.S: The above post is written for ‘Three line tales: Week Thirty-Six’ challenge by Sonya, the author of ‘Only 100 Words’ blog. Thank you, Sonya, for hosting this challenge. To read more posts for this event, click here.

Say ‘Boo!’ to your fear #Limerick

Sometimes, life frightens you till you are  doomed to  fail,

Sometimes, life threatens you till you break-down and wail,

Then,  say ‘Boo!’ to your fears ,

Say ‘Bye!’ to your tears,

And fight your way back to create a victorious trail.


P.S: This limerick is written for Limerick Challenge Week 40: ‘Fears’ 

Thank you Rashmi for hosting this challenge .

 

 

 

Supermodel #3linetales#Humor

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photo by Rebecca Johnston 

” I’m glamorous with white skin tone and slim body.

I can pose well for the photos irrespective of the weather and the photographer’s skill.

Unlike my fellow deer who are lazily sitting here, I am hardworking.” ,  wrote the ambitious deer , who apparently knew how to market herself , in her application for “National Geographic channel’s Supermodel 2016” competition.

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P.S: The above post is written for ‘Three line tales: Week Thirty-Five’ challenge by Sonya, the author of ‘Only 100 Words’ blog. Thank you, Sonya, for hosting this challenge. To read more posts for this event, click here.

 

 

Holiday Sale! # Limerick

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A skeleton outfit or a Christmas misfit; A spring wear or a swimming gear

Masked as a Holiday Sale, season after season, when you appear

I won’t rest until you are bought

Whether I need you or not.

As you keep piling up in my closet, I wonder why I buy you year after year.


 

P.S: This limerick is written for Limerick Challenge Week 39:Photo Prompt 

Thank you Rashmi for hosting this challenge every week .