Circle

I didn’t like maths very much. I didn’t like geometry either, but I used to love shapes… triangles, squares, rectangles and circles.

My favourites were squares, circles and triangles. When I started loving shapes, I had started loving geometry as well. But that was it. That was the only part that I loved about maths.

Circle is not only a shape; it is the shape. It is the objective of life. To me it is the motion of life and death.  It is all that is within and without. It is binding and non-binding too.

A circle even if drawn clumsily by a kid still remains a circle. Strangely enough, it is circles and lines that we start drawing at an early age rather than squares, rhombus, diamonds or any other shapes. May be even as we are children we notice the shape of a circle easily in nature that surrounds us than any other shapes.

I therefore think, that circles are not just round shapes, but they are the meaning of life. It is the beginning and the end of life. It marks the continuity of any energy cycle.

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I’m trying to focus

I’m trying to focus, but right now everything is swirling before my eyes. When you have just one thing to focus at, all you have to do is focus at it. The problem is when you have too many things to focus at, then what do you do? Do you still focus? Or the better question is can you focus, still? Why do we lose our ability to focus when there are too many tasks or people needing our attention? Why do we have to choose then? I hate to choose; because at some level it also brings the question who or what do I care the most for.

I have been trying to focus on too many things and that’s why my eyes are dizzy and my head feels tight inside. Now all I want is my bed and my cozy pillow. I’m sure I’ll fall on my pillow like there would be no other sleep days for me.

You see at times like these, I wonder, if only we had super powers, and then there would be no problems and tasks needing our focus. But who knows, if that would be the end or the beginning of a new kind of a problem… new kind of a task…new kind of a focus.

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/focused/

If only I could ask

When I had first listened to the song “What a wonderful world” I fell in love with it. It was not only for the way it was sung by Louis Armstrong but also the words that made me fall for it.

I love our planet…our world. It has many beautiful things to look at. It has people, strange and beautiful places and animals, too.

I wonder, if we could ever see the planets of our solar system — in reality… up close, I mean. I can only imagine what all the planetary sisters would look like in their solar home. All wearing different coloured robes, would spin ecstatically to their own beat round their master of light creating a wonderful symphony in the galaxy. What a spectacle it would be? Some would appear calm and some ferocious. But amongst the others, it would be our beloved planet, that would dance gently with blues and whites wrapped around it elegantly, as if, to please the father of light.

If only I could ask moon for a pendant, then I would also ask earth for a ring. It’s so beautiful that I would keep looking at it admiringly till I can, from any place that I’ll be.

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/planet/

Not A Mighty Warrior, After All

I was not a mighty warrior like my brother. In fact I was happy not to be one.

It was the usual record, “Look at your brother! Learn from him.” my mom kept playing at me all the time.

I sat in between my brother and my mom, with a grumpy face. My plate was full. I hadn’t touched a single bit of the veggie, to be more specific — bitter gourd. My only (silent) question to my mom was, “Well, if you know that I hate it so much then why do you make it and even if you make it, why do you want me to eat it?” But I think, I already know the answer to it — it’s good for you, it’s good for your health.

But for toady spare me the fun, mom. I refuse to eat that thing today. I will not be the mighty warrior you want me to be. Silently I get up and walk towards my room.
My mom in an icy cold voice says, “Food or no food at all… seems you’ve decided.”

I shut my bedroom door. Take out my bag and grab a bar of snickers and savor each bite with delight. My small tummy will survive for today. After all what do I have to fear… I’m not a mighty warrior after all.

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/mighty/

The song still continued

It was a day, that was a night;

when the sky held its breath,

and the sun was arrested,

behind the dark dull grey curtains.

Everything came to a stand still,

but the glory was not all lost.

The sun had not yet died,

there peeked a golden gleam of hope.

In the end, the sun overcame the dark.

In the end, there was triumph.

In the end, everything was back to normal.

In the end, the sun smiled.

In the end, the day went on.

In the end, its song still continued.

For Daily Prompt:  Overcome

Free delivery

There was a time when I was shopping for furniture for my home. Every store that I used to enter, I used to look at the furniture with keen and interested eyes. Out of the many, only few caught my attention. And out of those shops that had good furniture only a few of them offered free delivery. I was stubborn enough not to pay extra and leave the furniture — until one day, I got the perfect piece along with the free delivery.

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/delivery/

Fierce fiery glare

Has it ever happened that you instruct someone something and they either don’t follow the instruction or do the exact opposite of what you’ve asked?

Once I was at home and had not attended my college. I got a call from my friend whom I wanted to avoid. So I asked my sister to talk to her and tell her that I was unwell and if asked more then tell her that I was not at home.

As instructed like an adorable sister she said, “Yah hi! She didn’t come because she was unwell.” Until that point it was ok. And then all of a sudden she starts, “yes, she is saying that she is not well and she is not at home right now.”

I stood glaring at her with fierce fiery eyes. Anger… embarrassment…they all came upon me. I had to take the receiver to talk to my friend. I gently started telling her that I was just coming to talk… and god knows what did she hear and why did she tell that.

Little sister you know!

She and I both started laughing.

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/glaring/

Carousel journey

Going round and round in circles, I loved to sit on the small wooden ponies. They were painted in bright colours and I enjoyed the music that played along the ride. The carousel was decorated in bright light. It moved round and round, and the lights spun with me… all over me…all around me. I could not make sense of what was moving and what was standing still. But I enjoyed the rush and I laughed hard and screamed harder.

Today as I stand at the airport ready to collect my baggage, as it comes sitting on the carousel, it reminds me of the past days… of moving — live carousel that I once journeyed on.

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/carousel/

Shimmering Light

You could read part 1 of the story here: Foggy Night

I was inspired to write this story after I had received an encouraging comment by a blogger friend asking me to continue with “Foggy Night”.

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The landscape was not like the one I was used to. There were no trees or houses but there were buildings — very tall, like trees. They looked kind of same only varying in dimensions.

It felt like I was walking, but I was wrong. It was my surrounding that was moving around me.

The green cloud bubbles that had been hovering over my head had now started bursting into shimmering lights. It looked like fire crackers but they didn’t melt in the green sky…they started falling down. I wanted to run, but could not. I had ducked myself down and my eyes were closed.

And suddenly I heard a voice, “Don’t be afraid.”

I opened my eyes — and all I saw was light. My body had disappeared, or if it existed at this point in time I could not see or feel it —  at all.

 

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/shimmer/

 

Casual

Thank God! Offices aren’t like schools. You can wear casuals and are spared from wearing strict formals. I can do with strict formals, though. The good thing is you don’t have to worry too much about what you wear… it’s almost like a dress code, in an informal manner. However, the bad thing is you need to worry about how you wear them — properly ironed. I hate ironing, but I love to wear cotton clothes. So I end up ironing my clothes most of the times as I don’t like to wear something that looks crumpled.

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