What a wonderful life

“Happy New Year!!” they shouted in unison.
“Happy New Year!” she smiled back weakly, still groggy from sleep.
Once fully awake, she grinned widely. It was that time of the year when she was most happy. Well, not most. She was most happy on her birthday. There were more presents then! Nevertheless, these words spoken, no, shouted every year always filled her heart with love.

“So Margaret dear, what is your topmost resolution for this year?” Diana asked, plopping herself on the bed beside her as Tom walked over to Margaret’s side.
“Umm… I’m not sure mom… Couple of things?”
“Well, good! What are they?”
Margaret began excitedly.
“I want to study the stars. Apparently, they are the most brilliant objects in the universe. Then, I want to learn maps, so I never get lost.”
“That’s a great plan,” Tom remarked.
“Thanks, dad. I wonder though, how I will keep track of all these classes. I am already in the music and abacus classes. I could get overwhelmed you know.” replied Margaret.
Tom laughed aloud.
“No, you won’t! Of course, you’ll manage it all and very well at that. But we did think you might like a little something to keep you company? That’s why we bought this for you.”

“What is it?” Margaret immediately reached out her arms like any ten-year-old would.
She grabbed at it and felt the hard corners of the pocketbook. Hurriedly she opened it and felt its pages. There was no mistaking it.
“A diary! Oh, I love it… Thank you so much, dad!”
“You are very welcome dear,” said Tom as he bent down to hug his blind daughter.

He felt content and at peace. Life can be so wonderful sometimes.

Flash fiction in response to Weekend Writing Prompt hosted by the lovely Sammi Cox.

This week’s prompt: Write a story inspired by the making – or breaking – of a New Year’s resolution.

Mystery Blogger Award!

My first award!!! I am absolutely stoked!! Thank you so much, Maddie, for the encouragement. It means a whole lot. Please do check Maddie’s blog. I can assure you it will be well worth your time. There is always a key takeaway that is relatable, beautifully crafted, succinct and effective. Thank you, Okoto Enigma, for creating this award and letting it spread its wings in the blogosphere.


  1. Put the award logo/image on your blog
  2. List the rules.
  3. Thank whoever nominated you and provide a link to their blog.
  4. Mention the creator of the award and provide a link as well
  5. Tell your readers 3 things about yourself
  6. You have to nominate 10 – 20 people
  7. Notify your nominees by commenting on their blog
  8. Ask your nominees any 5 questions of your choice; with one weird or funny question (specify)
  9. Share a link to your best post(s)


Intensely embarrassing to write about oneself – have no idea why.

Apart from the six things on my About page, here are three more.

  1. I am forgetful. The disease is so advanced that absent-minded professors consider themselves blessed. My answer to anything older than 2 weeks is mostly a stupid look…. There is an upside to this chronic condition though. I can relish a book, a park, a vacation that I have experienced earlier as if I am experiencing it for the very first time. Every single time, I am happy and the world is a wonderful place again.
  1. I dress up like a boring old grandmother. Hey no! I am not that old. And, I have an absolutely smashing sense of dressing that has helped people on countless occasions. But then, I am just too lazy to act on that sense myself.
  2. I am terrified of horror flicks! I must have watched only about 5 horror movies in my entire life and each one of them has haunted (pun intended) my nights for a whole month. I NEVER watch them nowadays.


Do you think you spend too much time on social media?

Nope! I hardly spend time on it actually.

Do you think people are born evil or become evil?

I believe in duality – there can be no good without evil for comparison. So evil is, well, a “necessary evil”, if only for us to recognize what is good. The extension of that belief is that no person is singularly evil; just as no person is singularly good (saints are exceptions).  As a result, I am inclined to believe that no person is born evil. I can’t get myself to think that God created a person purposely evil just for the fun of it. I also believe I am too insignificant to act as a judge and brand someone evil. No one knows what any other person has been through. Until we know the complete truth, there can be no judgment. So, in my naïve eyes, there are no evil people per say. Just very unfortunate ones, whom I try very hard not to judge.

What’s your favorite lyric?

Warning. This section is depressing. But beautiful, sublime and timeless.

These lyrics struck me from when I was very young and has stayed with me to date. It is a Hindi song by name “Main shayar badnam” from an old movie (1973) called “Namak Haram”.

The setting: A poet sings from his deathbed. He calls himself a denounced poet; an artist who never made it, who never knew anything else but write; for whom drink was the only company. He has lived unspeakably poor, a drunkard, rejected by society as a misfit and is now dying young.

The specific lines: “Rasta Rok Rahi Hai; Thodi Jaan Hai Baaki; Jaane Tute Dil Mein; Kya Armaan Hai Baaki; Jaane Bhi De Ae Dil”

Meaning (extrapolated in my words): “I am dying. I should be happy that I am leaving this miserable, failure of a life. But then, I am not able to pass; something is blocking my way. Some desire, buried deep in my broken heart will just not let go. Who will ever know what that is….” Then he gently tells his heart “Let go heart. Let it pass.”

Why I like this: I cried the first time I listened to this. An artist who has poured his soul into his work leaves the world penniless, lonely, broken in soul, without anyone even knowing about his existence…. Despite all this, he acknowledges that he is still not ready. Something holds him back. Perhaps he still wants to change something? But then, what? Altogether too sad….

Do you believe in second chances?

Absolutely! It’s only when you believe in second chances, that you can forgive – yourself and others; I think.

What lie do you tell yourself regularly?

I am not lazy; I am just tired!


Believe me, these are great blogs. I sincerely hope to get to know each one of you inspiring people. Of course, participation is entirely voluntary!












  1. What is the one thing that you want to change in yourself?
  2. As a child, what did you want to be when you were all grown up?
  3. Why do you love or hate rain?
  4. A book that everyone should read before they die (even people who hate books)
  5. How do you react to change?

Can’t wait to see your responses!



Legacy of scars

The golden goal shines,

Enchanting with its allure.

I am drawn, transfixed.


Seduced by the promise of glitter,

Ploughing through hardships many,

I trod, gathering the legacy of scars.


My body beaten, my resolve broken,

Too tired to pursue, too weary to protest,

I accept the burden of failure, defeated.


Time applies, its soothing balm,

Maturity feeds me, detachment,

Regret gifts me, the mirror of reflection.


Wearing the lens of hindsight, I look back,

Why was I so drawn to the golden orb?

When I am standing on one, if only smaller?


The hole in my soul echoes its answer.

“The pursuit of labor was a good deed,

Until you sold contentment, for greed.”


Propelled by hard work once more I am.

Peace and contentment cushioning the ride,

Trading the legacy of scars, for pearls of wisdom.


Always trust the captain


Photo credit: Dorothy

The feeling of liberation I get every time I cycle is priceless! It helps me tune out of the noise in my head and tune into the melody of nature. I love the mystery of the day’s performance. Would I be enthralled by the wheels crunching gravel or its steady hum over tarmac? Would I be greeted with a chilling breeze or a gentle warmth?

Over the past year though, I have come to realize that this joy of weightlessness is not because of these enchantments. The real reason is that I have learned to give up my need to control and blindly put my trust in another. I cannot tell you what an exhilarating feeling it is to feel completely protected by the caption! As a stoker, all I need to do is pedal, obey, relax, listen and feel.

Every time I cycle now, I am ever grateful for having found the Tandem Club.

Word Count: 154

Flash fiction in response to FFfAW hosted by Priceless Joy.

Captain: The front rider who pedals and steers. Stoker: Rear rider.

Some tidbits on tandem cycling.




PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Her excitement slowly melted into contentment as she walked the cobblestone streets, weaving her way to the sea. She had finally done it and on such a momentous day she felt the grace of the hot summer sun shimmering against bright blue skies. She couldn’t have asked for more.

On reaching, she sat completely absorbed by the sea she so loved, feeling blessed and grateful. In the quest for peace, she had discovered herself at last. She did not need the crutch of his love if the price was her self-respect. She now had faith – in herself and in God.

Word Count: 100

Flash fiction in response to Friday Fictioneers hosted by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff.


A month and counting….

I have been blogging for about a month now. In this duration, 19 precious people have allowed me to be part of their world. I don’t know much about any of the 19 of you. However, I do know that each one of you amazing people has given me the encouragement and strength to keep posting every day. Thank you so much for this motivation!! While it is gratifying to think that in some way, my writing has connected with you, I sincerely hope that you enjoyed reading my posts so far. I will continue to try my level best to write every day and write well so as to merit your time.

Please connect with me and share your thoughts – about my blog or about anything under the sun or about anything out of this universe. Let us get to know each other better.


Harmonious music

Tara put the conch to her ear and listened to his woeful tales of separation and death. The all-knowing waves let out a gentle “hush” every time they kissed the sand and gently consoled the sad beings. Tara laid the conch back on the sands to let him mourn in peace and listened to the soothing voice of the ocean. She was regaling tales from lands Tara had never seen or could ever hope to see. Tara sat conversing with the ocean for a long time. On sensing the ocean being more playful by the evening Tara got up to pace her steps to the rhythm of the ocean. With each step, the servile sand bowed out of her way while her hair entered into an intimate tango with the ever playful, whistling wind.

The world was engaged in concert; playing a grand symphony to be heard only by her. To her sightless eyes, the world was always a black canvas devoid of color. But she did not begrudge it. As the music permeated her soul, she found her harmony.


The shadow

He trudged alone on that stifling, hot day – the sand mirroring the sun with each step. Each step was an exertion. He was exhausted with the effort of taking one step at a time for so many years. How many more steps? How much more effort? How many more years in pursuit of nowhere?

He slumped onto the hot sand. His face was burnt by the tears as he looked back on his footsteps in the sand. At some places, they were crowded. Some bore the witness of the gaiety of dance. Some were shallow – left by him as he had scuttled from place to place. His most recent footsteps though were deep, heavy and all alone.

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She will always be HER


I treasure my memories with you. I will always fondly recollect how hard you tried to woo me in those two weeks!!! You charmed me and lavished me with so much unaccustomed luxury. I had till then only heard people talk about you. After those two weeks, I came to understand many of your unique characteristics and hints of their roots. At the same time, I could not help compare your allure to my attachment with HER. It is true that I was attracted to you. However, I will always choose HER over you. Perhaps, you would be interested in my reasons for it and with this letter, I hope to clarify them.

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