dscn0127Water is the gift of life. But it would be unjust to say so, as water for all the living forms is not only a gift of life but a precious gift of life.


dscn0069Trying to find its source would be a magical journey.

A journey, that will lead to its end, and only when you’ll reach its end, you’ll realize that it’s only a new beginning.



I tried catching it once, as it ran along the shores but all I got was a slippery eel and wet clothes. So, the next time when it rained I closed it in a glass and froze it.

I liked its white crystal form. I felt proud, that I had tricked and caught some. But as the sun came hard on it, it smiled sparklingly at me and before I could do anything it ran away like a naughty child away from my grip.

A Gift from Mars

Friday is here, and so is Rochelle’s FRIDAY FICTIONEERS . I have no idea what this is; however, I’ve managed to weave a story.

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Hey! What’s that Bob?

Ah! This. It is from Mars.

A new friend….

No, silly…from planet mars.


I think, I went to mars yesterday.

Bob, I think you’ve had too many drinks yesterday.

No…no, Maggie just listen to me. I was walking down the alley when someone asked me to enter into a dark warehouse kind of a place. I don’t remember much after that but I got up in my own apartment this morning. Something was poking me. I checked my back pocket and there it was – A gift from Mars.

Take my advise – don’t drink too much today or you’ll reach Pluto.



Mothers greatest gifts of God

My flip flops were waiting for me outside the door. I quickly ate a slice of cake that my mom had baked. It was fresh, soft and delicious. I don’t know what her secret weapon is, but I just love it. I can have it anytime of the day. Of course, she doesn’t stop me from having it, “I’m her darling,” so I get the liberty to have it as much as I want to.

“Mothers – one of the greatest gifts of God,” I remembered a school project that I had once submitted. I don’t know who said that but I’m sure someone wise and old; even if not old but certainly wise.

Do you have two minutes?


There are days when I’m busy and then there are days when I try to be busy and still there are days when I’m partially free and then absolutely free.

On free days, there is no need to worry because it means less work or no work, at all. These are the days when I pamper myself to the fullest. Going for a beauty treatment, shopping therapy, watching your favourite shows, sleeping at undisturbed lengths, enjoying some music…what a free day…hmm! Nice.

Then comes partially free days; when I think I’m free but I’m not completely free. These days are not completely relaxing as you dangle between being relaxed and occupied in work. Here you get just enough nap to energize yourself. You manage to watch your favourite shows but not sitting relaxed in a couch; you keep running around the house or in the kitchen cooking, with just enough volume to keep you engaged and give you the illusion that you are watching your favourite show. This happens as you run after the kids, helping them with their homework, taking your pet for a refreshing stroll. You are tied between “not working and still working” not in office virtually but creating a confused environment for your mind “at home, but still in office and working”.

Next, is when I try to be free. Let me explain that with an example. These are the days when you expect your in-laws. You don’t have anything to do and when you see your MIL approaching towards you, you make an excuse about some work and leave. You try to sit with your laptop creating an illusion to make them (your wife or your husband or even the in- laws) believe that you are busy with some work. You wait for them to ask, “Are you busy with something?” Oh! Yes, I’m busy (I’m just pretending…but I’ve just fooled you…haha!). Children are an exception. Let me assure you that you cannot fool children. If you play busy with them they’ll play obstinate with you. What or who do you think will win? Obstinate.

Finally, “I’m busy”. This is such a common statement that it is the best medicine for ignoring a person or a situation. Do you have time to come and visit me? No, mom I’m busy. But I’m actually busy. Do you have time to come for Aunt Benny’s birthday party? No, mom I’m busy working and will not get any leave. Not that, I don’t want to go but tell me a face that I don’t know there. Tell me if the party will have something new to it. This is not a time when I want to get even with Aunt Benny, when she gave me a gift that made me feel two years older than I already was in my teens or she forgot to give me a gift as a child (if I remember that was much better). My mom came to visit me and she asked, “Do you have two minutes to sit with me?” I would have said, “No, I’m busy.”

This time I did something that I normally don’t do when saying my golden statement. I saw…I looked at my mom…then a feeling of guilt circled my heart. I could see that she was bored, may be a little lonely but she did not complain. I thought she could have complained but she did not. She could have asked for anything else but she just asked for my “time”.

So, I gave her my time and company. Took a leave for couple of days…went shopping, bought her a bag and a pair of shoes ( she liked it very much), planned out an outing …me,mom and my sis. Now I remember the past time as “happy bonding time”. I was happy to see my mom leaving with couple of snaps of ours and taking a “happy memorable time” with her.