Walking away ? #FridayFotofiction

two friends

It was becoming less frequent from an year but it still happened. One day he would be smiling at everyone and the next , he would be back to the hill. Sitting at the corner , he too knew he should not be this close to the mouth of the valley. Hell, he should not be here at all. But , this was a constant struggle in his head. Today, the call of the mountains won.

That’s when he saw a familiar figure walking towards him.

“What took you so long ? Another minute and I was walking away”

“The teashop owner told me you ordered two cups”

He did not know how, but his best friend was always there to take him out if his mood swings. He smiled as he was led back to sanity.

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This is my 100(ish) word story for

My previous short fiction posts are here.

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Rediscover yourself


If waking the morning

You can not answer the question

Who are you today ?

I suggest you go back

To your beginning and figure

Where you happen to lose

Your sense if being important

In your own head and heart.

A wife ,a daughter, a manager,

A colleague ,a friend –

If these do not define you whole

Or help you close the loop

Of filling life with more roles,

I suggest you give it a thought

To the dreams you let go.

Shut out the noise in your head,

The run for money and fame

Can not begin without passion

And the nights of hard work

To create that one thing

That will be the mark of you,

Your life and your values too.

Let your ideas come alive

And speak for themselves,

Let nothing bring you down

In your chase of finding yourself,

It’s time to step into unknown

In order to find words

That are struggling to form a song.

52 weeks of gratitude : Week#2 ~ Thank you Yogesh

I have been wondering what to write for Yogesh from last 3 days. Before wedding, i have written so much poetry about him, us , love and post wedding the feelings have just been exceptionally overwhelming.

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What do I not thank you for dear husband ?? I remember starting a happiness jar and the first note was for the wonderful family I have got through you. Never have I felt I am the outsider in your world or theirs.

I took the 100 happy days challenge and one third posts were for you ( actually it was for the late night chai you make for me When I am lazy )

I started the reading meets and you made such lovely posters for the invites , you bear my dilemma for venues, accompany me on each meet and even pretend to read at times.

you download the songs I like some times so I have something to hear when we go for a drive.

You smile at all my silly ideas and never even dissuade me , even when you have your doubts !

These are the few things that seem small but make the most difference to me. I am thankful that you accept me as I am and even if you keep poking me to be better or different, its never out of my zone.

I am happy for the love and cares as much as the arguments we have because that show that we know not just to please but to have differences and resolve them too.

Thank you everything and every moment you have spent with me before wedding for that made me fall in love with you. Thank you more for keeping that love in such high esteem every passing day.

52 weeks of Gratitude Posts : Week#1 – Why start this challenge ?

If there is what I have learned from 2014 , it is to always be thankful for your life – both the good and not so good of it ( It can always be worse  and you can make it so better ) So , this challenge is going to make me express the same feeling here on my blog. Other reasons can be :

1. I want to blog more

2. It helps me if I have a topic to write on

3. The thank you posts will be duly shared with the person ( if applicable ) as a handwritten note of my heartfelt gratitude.

4. I wish more people be inspired to be thankful for their blessings and crib a little less.

5. I want myself to NOT FORGET being happy and thankful each passing day.

Ok , that will do I suppose. Also ,I hear the microwave calling me. Something healthy is cooking 😉

Be your hero

So this is how it is,
to feel forgotten,
to exist not in reality
but just random pics.
trying to define yourself
and failing at “human”
coz you are not being
the way you wish to be.
others see you
through you, you feel
judge you for expressing
your simple needs.
Four years in a city
and you still are a stranger,
searching bridges
out of your silent alienation.
one anchor you got
to not let you drift apart,
to keep you rooted to self
and gaurd your careless heart.
hold on to yourself
and believe you still are special
for everyone has a battle to fight
you be the hero of your part.