There is a place where I drive my trailer
Everyday
To live forever
Next to the grassy banks of a tranquil lake.
The warm Sun calls me
And the clear water winks at me
Beconing me to come out.
I dip my toes in the water.
I look at the starfish that adorns the rock
Buried by my feet
As eels and gold fishes glide by.
I see a swan swimming at a distance.
I think if you.
I close my eyes and
Wake in your arms again.
-Dedicated to W, my love, my life
She knew nothing about the man she had just married, as was usual in her community, and her stomach was in knots.
For the last ritual, the Pandit asked the couple to put their hands in the milkpot to find a gold ring. “Whoever finds it first rules forever”, he said smiling.
They both frantically searched for the ring until the groom’s fingers found hers inside the pot. Electric hummed between them and, quietly, he slipped the ring in her hand.
I had crossed 100-posts mark in WordPress recently. Actually, it is 108 but some of them are reblogs from other writers so I waited until I could rightfully brag about it. YEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
Here is a piece about me if you are interested.
I got my love from books from my father but my love for stories comes from within.
I would read my elder brother’s school books before him. I loved Nancy Drew and Agatha Christi, and had a crush for Hardy Boys. I read Enid Blyton and Astrix at 15 at the expense of being called a child. But O’Henry and Prem Chand took my breath away.
In my 3 years at Rampur, I had read over 150 novels from the School Library. The Librarian, a very nice person, once told me our library offers books on Maths and Science as well. I thanked him, took my Arthur Canon Doyle and Ruskin Bond, and exited.
My parents told me that stories will take me nowhere. Well, they made me a blogger and Instructional Designer. That is enough for me, for now…
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The honey smelled wonderful; may be just a quick lick… I wondered whether I should dive in.
But “Mother”, “Sonny”and “Cuddlycums” were sitting right there at the table. And “Father” had a swatter by his side. It would be tempting fate.
Saddened by the thought, I prayed to the Lord for just a lick. All of a sudden, “Cuddlycums” had a tantrum and threw the honey bowl on the wall on which I was sitting.
Well, what can I say? He listens!
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They tried to become a part of the wall while, once again, their father hit their mother over and over again.
The next morning, they washed off her blood from the floor and went on with their lives as usual.
-A true story
“In that magical moment, he helped me up from the stairs. When looked at me as he cradled me in his arms, I saw emotions in his eyes… Love? I was taken aback!
Sure I was flattered by the attention but I couldn’t see how things would ever work out between the two of us.
For one, he was a hulk and I petite, almost breakable. Moreover, she had taken away my twin. I don’t think a Prince would look good hobbling around in one shoe.”
The Dragon was seething.
She was left in the care of a woman who was always sleeping. She was alone and hungry, and had to live on the rats that roamed in the old castle.
She could not fathom why anyone would care to guard a castle who nobody lived in anymore. If only someone would let her out…
She tried to ask a few gentlemen who visited. But either they died on spot (and made a nice roasted meal, for a change) or ran away screaming about some monster. She wondered who the monster was. May be she could ask him to let her out…
The silence of the new home was suffocating. Even at 2 am, sleep seemed to have abandoned her. Out of the window, she saw a family of migrating birds, possibly cranes, flying towards their winter home.
She stifled a sob.
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