I love mushrooms. To me, they stand next to non-vegetarian dish. And that also means good food. I say this because I’ve recently turned into a vegetarian. I had been a diehard non-vegetarian all my life till now, and since I don’t crave for chicken wings any more I irresistibly love mushrooms in my food. Not that I didn’t love them earlier but now the craving is more after I’ve stopped eating non-vegetarian dishes.

I love mushrooms as they are easy to cook and can be added to soups and stir fries. Now that I’m writing I feel like having a mushroom omelet. I have stopped eating meat but I love eggs, so I guess, I’m an eggetarian now.

Thankfully I’m not allergic to mushrooms. I only fell sick once and I don’t know if it was the mushroom in the food or something else that made me sick. But that was only once.

I also think they are a piece of beauty. On my walking trails, as a child, I used to see tiny mushrooms sprouting out from places as they often do. I loved them then, as I do now. Of course, I know that there are edible and non-edible varieties but irrespective of this I still love them.

Inspired to write for daily prompt: Mushroom

Experimental: Sculpted Trees

That’s really wonderful and artistic. I really liked the spring one and the other one woven in stone kind.

Forest Garden


Living in a forest, trees surround us.  We wake to the rising sun gilding the trees, and end the day watching the setting sun paint the sky behind a living lattice work of neighborhood forest.  We plant them, prune them, sweep up their leaves and measure the passing years by their growth.



Autumn’s approach brings our attention back to our garden’s trees as their leaves brighten and fall.  We watch for acorns; admire newly set buds and reddening berries.



This autumn, I’ve been inspired to explore trees in a fresh way:  by sculpting them. 

I’ve been working on a collection of trees for the past several weeks which will serve as table center decorations for a Christmas luncheon in our community.



A friend is sculpting a companion collection of small birds and other woodland animals which we will place in and around the…

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Temporary Moments

Since it’s mid November it also means Christmas is coming. With the Christmas arriving, one cannot escape these beautiful red and green foliage of poinsettias. They automatically remind me of Christmas with there reds, greens and yellows.

The spirit of Christmas should be everlasting in one’s heart; however, the day is not. Similarly these red leaves too, are temporary.  I try to enjoy them till they last. I do get sad, when the leaves turn completely green and wait for them to change their colours during its season time. I enjoy the temporary colours in their temporary moments with an everlasting joy.

Inspired to write for weekly photo challenge: Temporary

Shopping and happiness

This is a story for Friday Fictioneers, which is hosted by Rochelle. Every week you are challenged to write a 100 word story based on a photo.

Thanks to Marie Gail Stratford for this week’s photo and also to Rochelle for hosting the challenge.

Thanks to all the readers for their time, too.

PHOTO PROMPT © Marie Gail Stratford

“Mmmh!…blue…red… green. Which one?”

Amy’s fingers tapping hard on her chin. Her eyes are fixed on them, as they are hanging in the trial room.

“This one!” She picks up the green one.

“Mmmh…it suits my skin tone well.”

“Amy!” calls her friend, “time to go… closing time.”

“Yah! Coming.” Like a broken spell — her eyes move away from the mirror, and she starts folding them.

While travelling on the bus, posters of models stare at her. In the cell’s mild glow, her face looks content. A smile rests on her face. Order placed — her art products will arrive tomorrow.

Book Review: The Box Under The Bed

I just finished reading “The Box Under The Bed”.

The Book Cover

It is compiled and edited by Dan Alatorre. There are a total of 27 stories. The stories vary in word limit. Since they come from many authors you’ll surely be digging your eyes into a variety of stories.

I’m not a fan of scary stories and this was my first pick. I would say that the book was an entertaining read. It says scary and looking at the book cover I expected it to be some-what ghostly. Guess what? It proved to be more than scary and ghostly. If you love dark, disturbing, macabre, violent reads — this is, the book to read.

You could also easily fall prey to picking your favourites. I did! Each story was well crafted and had a unique story to tell. Some had twists that I wasn’t expecting. Some were creatively dark and gory. I would refrain myself from naming my favourites. To be honest, I had bookmarked them all…well, mostly all. Once I had finished reading the entire book, I saw myself going back for a quick reread. In addition to the stories; I also liked the book cover. It looks creepy with the eye and the paint. There’s something! pause… a long pause!

I would leave you all with excerpts from the book.

“But it isn’t the temperature that has dropped; it’s the atmosphere. The chill is not in the air but down my spine, something I choose to explain by the rain trickling down the back of my neck.”

Another …

“She could almost feel his longing and the surge of nervous energy coursing through his muscles. Seeing it in someone else sent an electric current of chills down her spine.”


Who wouldn’t want to dance when they are happy? Who wouldn’t want to sing when they are joyous in their hearts? I would.

Looking at other people dance amazes me. Dancing to me is like you attain this fluidity and sync with the words that is either a song or music. I would love to do that, flow with the music.

I’ve tried it, I can’t deny that.

How hard could that be, right? Wrong! It was very hard for me. Years back I started to learn dancing. I was told by my teacher to let myself loose. I tried, but I was stiff as a stick.

I was sure of one other thing. I knew at that point in time, all the others were doing a secret job of watching me — dancing. Although I knew no body had that much time to invest on a dancer who couldn’t even spin gracefully. But I was sure of it — that all eyes were on me.

My teacher tried to prove me wrong. But nothing helped me or her to prove otherwise.

A good thing was I completed my dancing course.  But I still dance like a stiff stick.

Written for daily prompt: Dancing

Exquisite Objects

This is a story for Friday Fictioneers, which is hosted by Rochelle. Every week you are challenged to write a 100 word story based on a photo.

Thanks to Sarah Ann Hall for this week’s photo and also to Rochelle for hosting the challenge.

Thanks to all the readers for their time, too.

PHOTO PROMPT © Sarah Ann Hall


A palace is a palace; therefore, exquisite beautifying objects adorned its space.

For the children, the rule was — Do not play near them.

For the others, the rule was — Do not touch or be close, as to scratch or break, anything.

For a cat, the rule was — Mind its business. So it did.

It skyrocketed towards a rat.

The final blow was deadly. Its sharp claws moved rapidly throwing fire. The rat escaped. Instead a vase accepted its fury. Intoxicated by the blow it danced drunk.  With adjoining friends, it toppled. Pieces rested in peace.

Meeewww! …. cause had sprinted away.