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.



Layered is always hidden

Layered is always hidden. What you see in the exterior may or may not be the same in its interior.

I wonder, how many petals are layered in there cozily.

I wonder, how many layers of time is hidden in the desert, and only mother nature can turn it upside down like an hour glass but till when shall it remain silent. Or is it silent at all, in the inside as well.

I wonder, if at all the layers of this gigantic mountain can be peeled off, and if so, how much time and effort will go on the part of humans and how much on the part of mother nature.



Unwanted Things From Past

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.

For this week’s photo, thanks to Sarah Potter and Rochelle for hosting the challenge.

A special thanks to all the readers for their time as well.

PHOTO PROMPT © Sarah Potter

While cleaning our basement, I found a lot of old stuff. What caught my attention were these shoes.  I could not recall whose these were.

My husband’s… no.

My father’s…sure not. He hated brown.

It’s so old that I can’t even tell their colour. Anyways, I pick them up and throw them in a box of “unwanted things from the past”.

As I throw them, I catch a strand from the past and everything reels before me.

“Grandpa!” How could I forget him? I remembered how I walked on his feet… on these shoes. Now I remember them right.

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.


Art and Heart

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

For this week’s photo, thanks to Kelvin M. Knight, and Rochelle for hosting the challenge.

This is my first story at Friday Fictioneers after a long break. I hope you enjoy the read and thanks for reading and visiting.

“Mom! Look at her. She is again playing with food.”

“George your sister isn’t playing. She is making art. Don’t trouble her. She is an artist in the making.”

One year in art school — Vanessa learned all about art and heart.

Two years in art school, and she aced in love… by making a run for it.



My gratitude list

I’m grateful for the people who are (or had been) a part of my life in any way and helped me in my life’s learning process.

I’m thankful to my mother.

I’m thankful to my teachers in schools and colleges.

I’m thankful to my first boss.

I’m thankful to my old friends.

I’m thankful to the new friends in real as well as blog/virtual world.

I’m thankful to those friends too, who had crossed my path and have now walked their separate ways. I wish them great happiness and peace in their lives.

I’m thankful to all my family members.

I’m thankful to my blogger friends, followers and readers.

I’m thankful to my community groups.

I’m thankful to my colleagues.

I’m thankful to the teacher who taught me meditation.

I’m thankful to the teacher who taught me reiki.

I’m thankful to the people who had hurt me in any way. I forgive them, and accept it as a necessary learning curve of my life.

I’m thankful to the guard of my building.

I’m thankful to my domestic help.

I’m thankful to the person from whom I buy my grocery.

I’m thankful to the services of the postman.

I’m thankful to the delivery person who brings things that I order.

I’m thankful to the waiter who serves me at a restaurant.

I’m thankful to the cook who serves me food at a restaurant or my office.

I’m thankful to the farmers who grow food in abundance for me.

I’m thankful to all the positive people in my life.

I’m thankful to the people who speak nicely to me.

I’m thankful to the people who share their abundant knowledge, wisdom and information with me.

I’m thankful to the person who had cut my hair.

I’m thankful to my employer.

I’m thankful to the beautician’s services.

I’ve heard people talk about gratitude journals. I would love to have a separate journal for it, but I haven’t started it yet.  I write down my gratitude list on a notebook in which I write almost everything. I thought it would be a good idea to just write a gratitude list for the people too.

Having a gratitude list for people (who mean a lot to me) has helped me to have a stronger bond with them. Being thankful to the (particular) people who have harmed or hurt me, knowingly or unknowingly, has also made me stronger and better as it has helped me to analyze the situation which had existed at the time and also shift my perspective from me… to the other person.  Sometimes a person has a reason to behave like a clown but sometimes its their nature, and when it’s their nature then you need to let go and forgive yourself for holding onto the bitter experiences inflected upon you by them. I’ve realized forgiving someone this way releases you of the past pain, guilt and anger. It also helps you to move faster towards the road to inner happiness and health.

So, who all would you like to thank today? Do come up with your list, and let me know.


Waiting or no waiting

Sometimes waiting is hard, boring and long and sometimes it is rather short and enjoyable.

…waiting for the sun

…waiting for the flower

…waiting in anticipation for the play to begin

but some things need no waiting.

Life seems delightful as we enjoy each moment — waiting or not waiting.




Hi Annika. I really enjoyed the post. 🙂 I’m sure you had a great time over there. The art work is simply breathtaking and filled with creativity.

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Whimsy met fantasy, nature recreated by man stood next to the absurd, the beautiful rested close to the ethereal celebration of family. A journey of discovery ensued as I visited the Gardens and Arboretum of Marks Hall which hosted over 300 sculptures from across the UK. For once such a magnificent exhibition was near to me and with a childish delight of the unknown, I set off to explore…and found the most wonderfully surprising, original, colourful and creative work imaginable. It felt an honour to feast my eyes upon these sculptures and I left a few hours later in awe of the artists and inspired by the collective creative energy.


The plaque accompanying this magnificent statue was written by the designer, Stephen Charlton and is a testament to his desire to share joy and happiness with the viewer through his work.


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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

Got by the Thrones

I just had a dream yesterday and I think it was the most hilarious dream that I’ve had in a long time. So here it goes….

I’m at a place which looks like a marketplace in Middle East. And then, I see Jon Snow — of course, from the Game of Thrones. He is helping someone… a female escape. I just see the head which is covered and she is mounted on something high. I assume it could be a horse or a dragon or even a camel (as it is Middle East) but just then, I see Jon Snow turning on the ignition of an all terrain vehicle. (WAAHT!) Before I could digest this, I’m caught by the aching look of separation in Jon Snow’s eyes.

No dialogue…only the look exists. (AAAW!)

Just then, Tyrion happens to be there at the market place and he sees them, but they don’t see him. He is also mounted on an all terrain vehicle. He mumbles to himself, “Don’t! Don’t do that. Don’t go!”

Just then, Jon Snow starts the vehicle of the female and I hear the engine.

I see Tyrion with an intense look on his face.

And then, I wake up….

Let me be honest, I had watched Game of Thrones a few days back but I would admit that I’m not the biggest fan of it nor am I obsessed with its characters and yet, I ended up in a dreamy episode of Game of Thrones, under the banner of — My Own Dream Production House.

I woke up thinking that I was actually watching an episode of it.  But then, I let the thought sink in for some seconds (the way you would also do after watching a real episode). I then realized that it was just a dream.  The funny thing is, I actually had a question in my mind — Who was that female…Daenerys or Sansa… weird!  After a quick reality check, I could not stop smiling at the thought of what I had seen.

Have you had such a dream about some serial or a movie which is an extension of the same but are your own fragments? I would love to hear if you’ve ever stayed on the sets of your favourite or not so favourite serial or movie with or without its characters…but only in your dreams, that is.