#thankfulThursday – Health & the struggle for a good one !

Today’s thankfulThursday prompt was to be thankful for health. My first reaction was to laugh it off. Thankful for health ? Was it a joke for an obese person like me , who also does almost negligible workout and can binge eat at any stress trigger.

But wait , isnt the real purpose of this prompt is to ignore the negatives and for a moment thank God/life/yourself for whatever blessing you have ? Phew ! So let’s see,

  • I walk , talk , eat ,breathe , smile and sleep well.
  • I have no fatal disease right now.
  • I have some hormonal imbalances related to my weight but those can be fixed with diet and exercise.
  • I am quite flexible with yoga poses and I enjoy them thrice a week.
  • I have a good stamina to walk long distances, even if slow.
  • I have good skin and hair so far. And with my current focus on natural products , I feel they are feeling a lot better.



And as Becca asks us to check what needa our focus ? Slow change or no easy result can lead to obsession on problems alone , but it should not be my excuse for not trying for a solution. I have not given up on myself yet , coz if not I , who will push me to be a better , healthier version of myself ?

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#fridayfotofiction – Him.

“You can’t love me,you can’t talk about me and you certainly will not search me if I am gone”

“You mean, when you are gone” , she corrected him

He frowned. Did she even understand what he had just said , he wondered.

As if reading his mind, she smiled and typed a little more

“You can not stop me from loving you ,rest I will promise to follow. But am telling you, this is not the last time you will hear from me”and then she logged out from that id forever. She knew he would delete his account immediately.

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Years later she published a book and her interviews filled the papers. He smiled looking at her photograph. He would have to read the book; she was bound to write about him, to him.

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This is my 100(ish) word story for

Check other #fridayfotofiction linked to Tina’s posts here.

My previous short fiction posts are here.

#thankful Thursdays – A little Love for self

For years I stuck to my love for books and writing or my attempts at writing poetry as being the stuff I was so proud of ( I still am ). I can not be proud of them I realized one night as they are gifts to me. So I am now just so thankful, but not proud.

I had a careless to hateful relation with my body and hence some body image issues kept making appearances over the years. While earlier I blamed my own food habits and lazy lifestyle for it , I also learned that subjecting the body to torture will not give results either. Rather loving yourself and your body is what makes the difference seen and felt.

In all this chaos and mixed reactions of my head and heart, I have accepted my body as it is and now work only to make it better with TLC.

So what it is one thing that you are proud of, one may ask. And I finally have the answer – My work ethics and professionalism. I hate hate hate slacking in work. And when I say work , it’s both my office tasks and the book review assignments or any other Job I take up either for money or kind or for a friend. I do not like to Not give my 100 percent to any task. I might am lazy at house chores and it used to take me lot of mental willpower to cook elaborate meals, but give me any task at work or for blog, I will not give you a chance to for a follow up or find faults with the execution. That’s something I am proud of. The hard work and the patience and focus on details that I lack in personal life , I make up for that with my professional abilities. No matter what it takes , I don’t miss deadlines , I provide quality work and always open to learn and adapt to changes with time. That is something no one can take away from me. That’s what I am proud of. Always will be.

Linking this to Becca’s Nurturing Thursday and #thankfulthursday with Amrita and Tina.

Images taken from the prompt blogs.

#fridayFotoFiction Promises

The wedding.

The rituals.

The celebrations.

The smiles.

The colors, sounds and smell.

The details were gradually fading from her memories with passing years. She no longer had the strength to go through the wedding album even to fill the gaps in her narration. Not that it was needed. When people asked her about marriage, she talked about the promises made in the weeks before wedding, the times of doubt and uncertainty. The times she wanted to run away with him and he stayed to face both the parents. The wedding mantras had no power before the one promise they made – to love forever and live together. It wasnt dramatic ,just a practical approach. That’s what had made them last so long,and that’s what she passed to anyone who asked. Keep your promises and your head when you finally lose the heart.

This is my 100(ish) word story for

Check other #fridayfotofiction linked to Tina’s posts here.

My previous short fiction posts are here.

#Thankfulthursday Realizations of age

The older me knows my worth,
The value of my ideas and words,
She tells the stories with pride
That the younger me wants to hide;

The older me knows what’s lost
Was perhaps meant only as thoughts
But the more it lingered in the heart,
The younger me cried when time came to part.

The older me can not read this post
But she listens well and sings a lot
She dances on the whims of her own
Something that young me could not.

The older me is no more beautiful
Or any less than who I am right now
But she has a heart younger,mind pure
Than I can ever aspire to hold.

It’s my birthday tomorrow ( Friday the 13th :p ) and one thing that I have started to realize and learn is that there are so many things that I should not have accepted or worried about ,say five or ten years ago. It might have made no difference perhaps as the journey that brought me here today is worth every mistake I made. And so , I realize that older me is at much more ease and peace with life. And I think I learned that well. I have earned the love and respect of so many strangers with my poetry and the words that have always been a reflection of my struggles mostly. Thanks you for being with me on this journey. Thank you for the lessons and the support that kept me writing so long ..

This poem is in response to Jamie’s Wednesday prompt for writing to/ about your older woman.