Posted in Life and After, Nature

The Date: Wider Angle

“Yum. Looks delicious.”

“Darling, these denim stuff is quite unpalatable, I must tell you. And the plastic buttons are slow poison…”

“Can we try separating the man from the denim and plastic?”

“I don’t think it’s possible…anyway, I saw him share a drink with a girl at the camp last night.”

“No social distancing? Disgusting! I am so not having him. I tell you, these humans have no hygiene and no respect for animal rights.”

“I agree, Babe! I saw a herd of gazelle on the way. What do you think?”

(Sigh) Sure let’s! I’m starving. I’m sworn off ‘street food’ anyway until it’s safer.”

Photo by Harrison Hargrave on Unsplash

Posted in Love

Pretty Woman

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There she was,

looking fresh out of the bath,

dressed in her red

that quickened

the pace of my heart,

sitting at her favourite spot.

I wondered


she’ll notice me today,

sitting next to her

for the nth time this year.

She winked

at the passing Porsche,

crushing my hopes.

Well, perhaps tomorrow…

Photo by Hrayr Movsisyan on Unsplash

Posted in Life and After

Old phone


“Maa, I’m not eating this cake. It has refined sugar. You should have used brown instead,” said my three-year-old son, and nutritionist. For the third time this week, he had declined food.

“And who gave you this health advice?”

“Granny, of course!”

“Well, she’s wrong.”

My son ‘talks’ to ‘Granny’ over the old broken rotary-dial phone he found in the attic last month. I didn’t have the heart to tell him that such phones need a wire to work. And that dead Grannies can’t take phone calls.

“Maa, I told Granny what you said. She wants to talk to you.” He held out the phone receiver to me for the fifth time in the last 10 minutes. Giving in, I took the receiver, readying myself for the fake conversation.

“Hello! Maa here.”

“Hello Honey! Why did you tell him I was wrong?” Apparently, my dead mother-in-law does take phone calls.

Photo by Wendy Scofield on Unsplash

Posted in Love, Nature

My Neighbours: The Avenger

I have been seeing too many crazy neighbours during lockdown and I am dedicating them a series.

Athena, the eagle, is the queen of my area. Most birds give her a wide berth in the sky and if she swoops lower, they rush to hide and avoid her wrath. I’m a fan of her grace. In theory, I knew she preys upon birds too. But I never saw it before that fateful day.

I was up early that morning and the world was full of twittering and tweeting. I could see a couple of lapwings (small water birds the size of a pigeon) flying towards my home, playing and teasing each other with the did-you-do-it call. Suddenly, Athena descended from the sky, grabbed one of them, and flew away.

White feathers fell from the sky as the victim struggled and surviving mate called out in a heartbreaking voice. My heroine had just separated lovers. Forever.

I knew this is what eagles do, but that couldn’t take away the resentment. I hoped the survivor will get over it soon, since he’s “just a bird”…

In the afternoon, I went to the rooftop for some chore and again heard the same heartbreaking cries, this time filled with anger. I looked up at the sky and saw what I had never thought possible.

A lone lapwing, the pigeon-sized thing that did not stand a chance against an eagle, was attacking Athena, over and over, as if he was avenging his love or, may be, he had a death wish.

Athena did not strike back. She just tried to save itself by hiding in a tree. The lapwing kept up the attacks until he was too tired to fly.

I saw the same thing after four days. Not sure, if he ever let her rest. I didn’t see a lapwing again in the area, so I hope Athena wasn’t too fed up or hungry that day or whenever he last struck.

And here I had thought that birds were devoid of ‘human emotions’; that they were…just ‘birds’.

Posted in Blogging

Blogging: Free Pictures for Your Site

It has been around eleven months since I started this blog. At 290 posts, it is a little less than a post a day. Most of these posts are accompanied with amazing free pictures from

What I never tell is that nearly half the times, the stories are photo-prompt.

A lot of times when I am struggling for an idea, I go and check the website, save some pictures with photographer credits. And let the idea stew…After, say a few seconds or may be a couple of months, I reopen the photo and bingo! I have a new story!

So, I wanted to thank Unsplash for the awe-inspiring and story-inspiring images. I would encourage all of you to use this website to make your site look even more amazing.

  • No payment is required.
  • Crediting the photographer is not required, but still I’d do that to encourage photographers.
  • You can download low resolution pictures from the download option to save site space.

Please note that I get no money from the site to advertise for them. But I can never thank them enough.

Posted in Love

The Siren

She was a mermaid,

or perhaps a siren,

for her voice pulled

my heart strings

and her touch

made me sing.

I know not her age,

for I never could

come out of the spell

she’d put on me.

To me she was ageless

and so was our love.

She may have had

many lovers

but I was

her only constant.

She would hold me

against her heart,

and sing

and cry.

For decades,

or centuries perhaps,

I’m hers,

as she’s mine.