People envy me. Continue reading
People envy me. Continue reading
Have you tried watching a video of yourself ?
Have you tried listening to a recording of your voice? Continue reading
As I peer into the future, I hear someone saying
“I whatsapped you several times. Where were you?” Continue reading
A routine established in their lives;
Daily, they exchanged heated arguments;
Daily, he stormed out of the door angrily;
Daily, she cried soaking her pillow in tears. Continue reading
A few days back, when I was helping my five year old daughter fill answers in her activity book, we came across a question in that book
“What will you do if you rule the world?”
I was not sure if my daughter understood the question. So, I waited curiously for her to respond. Continue reading
while water pitter-pattered on the roof,
I had the perfect setting for an amazing weekend .
Out went the phone calls.
In came the friends.
Hot Indian Onion pakoda prepared in minutes.
Steaming tea accompanied the snack.
While munching on the snacks and sipping the tea.
It was a perfect afternoon to spend with family and friends.
Thanks to the rainy weekend 🙂
P.S: In response to daily prompt https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/singin-in-the-rain/
The above poster is hung in my drawing room. I feel so proud every time I look at it. My heart sings loudly that “I passed on my legacy..”. It also reemphasizes my philosophy that “Every effort counts”.
A week back, I had enrolled my 5-year-old daughter in a summer reading program in the local library. The library is encouraging kids to read, by giving them gifts for every 4 books they read. I have been reading to my kid since she was 6 months old. I’m a bibliophile and obviously, my favorite activity with my daughter was to read colorful picture books to her. Surprisingly, my kid also loved books so much that she wanted me to read to her not only before going to bed but also, before taking a nap! Over the years, it became a habit and now, we both snuggle in the bed and read for hours together. This ‘Superstar’ poster from the library is an indication of our obsession with books.
This gift also reinforced my opinion that our effort will never get wasted. Whatever we do every minute, one day, will build up into something big. Reading for few minutes every day to my daughter now led her to win this prize. Today it may be a pastime, tomorrow it can be a passion, in future it may turn into a profession. I strongly believe that tomorrow is a reflection of how we invest time today.Therefore, it’s essential to spend our time and effort wisely. Every effort counts.
Here I am, spending my time in the one activity I love the most: writing. 🙂
P.S: In response to the prompt https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/snapshot-stories/
One leisurely evening, while I was checking facebook, I came across a forwarded post which was going viral . It said “Latest News : World is ending tomorrow. Tonight is going to be the last one. You better make it the best”.
I was shocked. I had so many things I wanted to do. I wanted to be a bestselling author, I wanted to go on a world trip, I wanted to be so see my daughter graduate.. Oh. I had so many dreams. My imaginary world came to a sudden halt. I worried for few minutes. I had to think fast. If I had to make these last hours on this earth memorable, I had to do something which was unique, satisfying and long lasting. As I was thinking, my stomach started rumbling. No matter what my situation was, my stomach reminded me to feed her. I wanted to eat a snack. Not snack. I needed a dinner. Wait.. Not just any dinner. It was going to be my last dinner. At that moment, an idea struck me like a lightning. I immediately grabbed my phone and started making calls. I felt proud of my idea and started reminding myself ‘Tonight is going to be special!!’
After the phone calls, I hurriedly went into the kitchen and put on my apron. I decided to host a feast at my home. I had called my friends , neighbors and anyone who stayed couple of minutes away from home. As I was running short of time, my dinner menu was short and sweet. I started cooking my signature Indian dishes: Chicken Biryani , Masala gravy, raita. I baked my a cake and prepared tasty Indian desserts : Semiya payasam, gulab jamoon. Earlier, I used to skimp on the oil and tried to cook fat free food because I was constantly worried calories. But, not today. I prepared all the dishes with extra ghee, butter, cashews and exotic ingredients to make them taste heavenly. In couple of hours, with the help of my family members, I cooked a sumptuous meal.
By the time my guests arrived, I had laid down the table and arranged all the food in my new dinner set, which I had earlier planned to unpack for my daughter’s birthday party. My guests who had arrived with tensed faces, started cheering up as they smelled the aroma of the spices and saw the mouthwatering food served in beautiful cutlery. Soon, me and my calorie conscious friends, starting binging on our food, without worrying about putting on weight as there was no tommorrow. We recollected happy moments, played lot of games and the night went on and on. At the wake of the dawn,we all were so exhausted that we fell asleep , missing the most feared moment of apocalypse. 🙂
Don’t worry, it is not a ghost who wrote the above story. That was just a silly dream I had, when I took a rather long nap in the afternoon, after eating my favorite Indian food.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Eat, Drink, and Be Merry….”
Almost all fairy tales end with the beautiful sentence “And they lived happily ever after’. Many romantic movies used to show the lead actor and actress holding hands and walking towards the dusk. I think, ‘Happily ever after’ means another way of telling the audience or reader that there is nothing more to the story and you all can get back to your work/life. 🙂
Based on my experience, there is no happily ever after. I have been facing challenges throughout my life. Once I overcome one, there is one more waiting for me. Anyway, what is life, if it is the same routine day after day? Problems add spice to my life. Once I overcome a problem, I feel more confident and lively.
Similarly, a story without twists is insipid. If I were to write a story , I would definitely end it with ‘And they lived Happily Until .’ Only in that way I can write a sequel to that story. 🙂
P.S. : In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Happily Ever After.”
The other day someone asked me, which smell I liked the most?
A smile crossed my lips, which soon turned into a rolling laughter.
The word ‘smell’ immediately reminded me of Pheobe’s song from the famous ‘FRIENDS’ series.
“Smelly Cat, Smelly cat what are they feeding you?
Smelly Cat, smelly cat it’s not your fault…
They won’t take you to the vet.
You’re obviously not their favorite pet.
You may not be a bed of roses,
And you’re no friend to those with noses.
Smelly cat, smelly cat what are they feeding you?
Smelly cat, smelly cat it’s not your fault!”
The song, as absurd as it sounds, is one of my favorites from the ‘FRIENDS’ series.
Anyway, that’s not what I really like. I don’t like a smelly cat. 🙂
It may sound odd, but I am attracted to the sweet smell of baby lotion covered with talcum powder. It associates with the joys of childhood. It also brings back the memories of my daughter when she was a kid and all those precious moments we shared. Over the time, the smell became synonymous to anything that is cute, sweet and adorable.
Which smell do you like?
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Smell You Later.”