After engagement John didn’t want Anna to sing for the company’s Party. He offered her a drink which would choke her throat.

The following day, Anna had been coughing and consuming cough syrup

On doctor’s advice she had to give up singing until her throat was well again.

 His prank worked but his heart was in discomfort, he went in her cabin and confessed standing behind her.

She turned back, took out her earphones and looked at him surprisingly.

 “I was listening the song on which I’ll dance in the party” Anna’s throat was harsh but her eyes shone bright.


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Walking through the garden I felt gentle breeze going deep into my heart. It was a queer feeling.

Why my heart was undergoing the pain of all changed situations?

Why not hue and fragrance of roses match my sense of indulgence like before?

Oh! I did not stop to smell the roses… My fault… WE run after the lifestyle and ignore the life.

Balancing between the memories of past and worries of future we ruin our present.

No matter few petals of this rose have scattered, it still holds the vibrant color and marvelous fragrance. Let’s live for ourselves also…

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Someone dearest in my life has taught me to live for today, in fact for NOW

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The Open Window



Gazing through the glass door I saw the long weeds moving in the directions of the gentle breeze but I couldn’t feel that breeze because I was on the other side where I was closed in myself; I could see but never dared to involve myself in that scenery.

Confined to my restricted beliefs I was not able to pour my heart out to anyone at that time, but on realizing my passion and getting an opportunity I wished to raise my voice and I started blogging.

Well I am new in this entity, but I feel as I have been given wings to soar as high as I can. When a bird flies it enjoys its freedom it never seeks admiration; such is the case with a writer (creative person) when he/she comes up with some unique ideas, and the happiness of that writer to see his/her work is similar to that of a free bird.

As far as my freedom as a blogger is concerned, I am telling you truly that when I want to pen down my outburst, half of it is gone and by the time I write it down, it comes out as writing full of compassion, the subject changes automatically and positivism enters compulsively.  

And I enjoy it as my freedom…because I love this transformation.


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Answer Within


At the stroke of midnight hour I stopped my work in order to take a break from my hectic schedule. I looked outside the window and saw the serene world from the 18th floor; it wasn’t the first time, but today I felt something different. I was not in a hurry to get back to my work, in fact I wanted to stay there and listen to someone strange in me. My thoughts went back home to find my wife and my son trying to sleep, tired of waiting for me long.

“You have become a workaholic!”

“I am a renowned lawyer, if I start thinking like this I may lose my clients…. You will never understand how tough it is to establish and then maintain that career successfully”

“I can understand but our son needs your love and company more than anything else.”

Under the influence of my profession I kept on chasing the mirage of success persistently…..

Suddenly I felt that I could listen honestly to myself and differentiate between what was right and not so right.  Seemed to me like an overnight transformation.

The serenity and silence in the atmosphere filled my heart with a desire which I would dream during my struggling period.

My mind gave up in front of my heart and I was ready to leave for home.

While driving back home I felt that I was entering the freedom zone where there were no boundaries of false beliefs.

As I entered there, I realized how could I be successful as a professional, if I am not successful as a person?


We all have the answers for our problems, what we need is a perfect environment where this session can take place to become a hit.


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A Wise Fool

One fine morning I and my younger brother were waiting for the school bus,  I was in grade 7 and my brother in grade 3  at that time. My brother was holding his craft project very carefully which he had to submit for the school craft exhibition, so that day out of excitement he got ready […]

Letters unsent – The Last Letter


Dearest friend,

This is my last letter to you. I promise that I will never appear in your life again. But there are some questions hovering on my mind and I know that I won’t ever get the answers, still I want to try.

What happened to you my dear friend? Why have you changed so much in this period of time? What is stopping you from being the same like before? Where the possessiveness for your best friend has vanished?

After our marriage, we exchanged few letters and made few visits to each other, but the three meetings after our marriage seemed mere formality. You were no more that lively person with whom I would die to spend the whole day. After every visit I kept losing confidence in myself. I thought that you are a bit disturbed by the fact that I reside out of country and follow a trendy lifestyle. But after our conversation on phone yesterday, I was in a shock when you gave utmost importance to your responsibilities and did not wish to see me or invite me either. Very cleverly you said, “It’s good that we had a talk on phone at least” and I froze there holding the receiver in my hand.

It seemed you ripped off the page of friendship from the book of life.

I called aunty and told her about your flat behavior, she said only few words, “she lives in a joint family, I won’t say anything… are wise enough to understand.”

I kept on thinking from your side but I could not get a satisfactory explanation, after all we both believed in friendship next to life. I can understand your helplessness, and I will pray for your happiness.  I am proud to have you as my best friend because you chose the path of Karma.

I will not send this letter to you because I don’t want to disturb you.

I will always cherish our school and college memories and will never complaint you for renouncing our friendship.

A friend…

Written for the prompt Letters unsent at Write Tribe

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We all are aware of this universal truth that parents are the selfless ones who persistently show right path to their children, but do we ever realize that many times these little angels show us such a way through their purity and innocence that we feel proud in following their steps.

In my case, when I learn to do something Right from my children, I really feel proud as their mom. I love to learn a lot from them because it reflects the learning which they have been imparted at home and in school.

The best thing which I learned from my children happened few years ago in the month of December. Christmas was around the corner, and like every year I was engaged in pre Christmas activities because according to me Christmas and celebrations go together. So trying to be more organized and up to the fashion I started planning for celebrations in advance. I was trying to be showier to make my kids happier than before. At my home, plans for a theme party on Christmas Eve were in the air.

By chance, my younger son’s date of birth falls around Christmas, so I always try to combine these two events in quite unusual way to give double effect to the occasion.

‘Mom! We will give you the shopping list after we are back from school, it’s still incomplete!’ My kids announced with enjoyment. Now my task was to do the preparations zestfully.

In the evening I was waiting for them but they were not on time.
‘It’s too late! They are still not back,’ I murmured to myself.
Suddenly the door bell rang, but the ring was not continuous, a non-stop ring is my younger son’s signal. Removing my apron I answered the door bell. My hubby along with Bob and Mike stood there.

‘Good Evening,’ I said to the trio. ‘Hey Mike, you did not give me the signal today! I was worried.’ He entered silently.

My sons’ slow and heavy steps made me uncomfortable. I was expecting a final list of ‘their requirements’ for Christmas. In order to get to the point I chirped to make everyone relax, ‘Hurry! Change and get fresh till I serve your favorite lasagna!’

‘Does anything unpleasant happen at school today, dear?’ I asked while serving snacks.

‘No Moms! Nothing.’ They finished without asking for second serving.

‘Guys! Please! Your mom is asking something.’ My husband was also surprised to see their behavior.

I led my sons to the drawing room and started a sports channel on television to comfort them.

‘Mom! Why do some children live in orphanages? Why don’t they have their homes?’ Seven years old Mike sounded too disturbed. ‘I saw a movie in the school, in which the children were in a very pathetic condition, they were deprived of all the things and they got the food after the completion of the hard task given to them.’

I was shocked to see Mike speak like this; I looked at my elder son with a strange look. ‘Mom,’ he explained, ‘this year our school wants to celebrate the “real Christmas” by making us realize the sufferings of poor and needy children instead of doing unnecessary activities.’ ‘We were asked to attend an outdoor class without our warm jackets and we had our lunch two hours later than our usual time.’ He added.

‘I see! Poor Mike is unhappy since then, if you say I can talk to your principal about stopping these revolutionary methods,’ I spoke this keeping in mind the backing of my Ladies organization.

‘Then our Principal explained that our suffering was not even one percent if compared with theirs,’ ‘mom, this year our school wants us to spread happiness among the needy than by being happy ourselves alone.’ Bob furnished me with this explanation.
I and my husband normalized the situation at that time, but during night I could not concentrate on my writing, my article was left incomplete. I thought repeatedly about the evening, at last my mind got tired and I slept.

Next morning, I told my family, how we will celebrate the Christmas this year. My sons gladly accepted and rushed for school. My hubby also gave me an adorable look and went. Now, I had many chores to finish, this Christmas will make me busier than before.

Christmas arrived, promising happiness for more and hopefully for many more.

On Christmas Eve, we all filled the trunk of our car with all the articles bought for Christmas celebrations, and reached the orphanage a little far from city centre. On my invitation, all the members of my organization were present there with their families. I had discussed everything with the supervisor of that orphanage in advance.

We saw the kids there, were watching us with strange look, they had never experienced this type of event before, and then the committee members of our ladies organization took over the job of conducting the party. The children of the orphanage immediately got involved in all the games and fun activities and became a part of the party. Just like small angels, their faces gleamed with happiness and they were unaware of their past and future.
‘So far I had been trying to make those ones happy who really do not care for that, but today I am going the correct way. These children will remember this Christmas for the whole year.’ A sense of satisfaction made my heart very light and then suddenly I had a glimpse of Him smiling just like a child among them. ‘Good Gracious! I am obliged.’

‘Indeed it was a great idea to celebrate Christmas in this way, now we can follow this, as well as we can think of doing something more in this way.’ The president of our group diverted my attention.

‘Yes….a small step taken in correct direction definitely leads us to happiness and prosperity, and can be followed by many others.’ I agreed.

I gave a grateful look to my children for showing a correct way. I also gave my heartfelt thanks to the school Principal for making us realize the true meaning of Christmas through imparting value education to his students.

Learning Right from children will surely motivate them to do more and most Right.

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Friendship Forever…

Entering from the adjoining room, Julie balanced the tray of muffins on the counter and started arranging all the stuff in the shelves. Golden Bakers, a small bakery owned by Julie’s husband Nick run on the ground floor of a house facing the street was undoubtedly popular, but due to the economical issues she had to help her husband Nick in running it. After arranging the shelves she then flung open the door and gazed outside.

The usual morning scene rejoiced her the most, besides regular morning activities the thing which allured her most were the carefree girls going to their colleges dressed smartly in stylish outfits. She took a deep breath and thought about her impoverished teenage, her and Lily’s dreams were sky high; they always wanted a rich partner who could make their dreams of luxurious life come true.


Julie and Lily were not mere friends; in fact they were like body and soul to each other. They both belonged to the same background and shared the same life style. They always enjoyed each other’s company by releasing the stress of life through laughing unnecessarily. Lily was like a part of Julie’s family as she had come to study from the country side. That was their last year in college and they both were undergoing the same inner conflict of their future settlement. The frustrated girls wanted to spend as much time as they could together because they were unsure of their next meeting.

They both parted and life wheel moved on, in the beginning they exchanged mails and did calls frequently, but later it held a gap. Both the girls entered into the institution of marriage arranged by their parents. Julie adjusted after marriage but missed her dear friend more than anything.

In a period of time she stopped getting replies of her mails from Lily. The phone number went non- responding and due to her busy schedule she could not find any other way of being in touch with Lily. Days kept rolling on and turned into years.  She always cherished her friendship memories and thought, ‘those were the best days of my life!’

Julie often regretted, ‘if I was to be married then why not with a wealthy man!’ Though she was obsequious towards her caring husband, but from inside she held him responsible for making her sit in the bakery and work the whole day. But she was always thankful for getting married at right age and at the same time she prayed for her friend’s happiness too.

She took a deep breath of the fresh morning air and came inside the shop, put on her apron and cap and waited. Now she’ll bustle around to meet the customer’s requirements, she loves this part of the day, when she is surrounded by people. Nick also entered as usual, as it was their busy morning schedule. In the period of nine years Julie had become an expert under the guidance of her husband.

‘Hey! Pack these fresh fruit pastries….um, a dozen,’ a lady leading a group of hi fi  women, ordered Julie.

‘Sure,’ said Julie and raised her head. A gorgeous lady, dressed smartly with a branded bag on her shoulder and a wallet in her hand was in front of her. This was the woman whom she was always attracted towards.

‘Gosh!’ Julie shouted to her excitement!

‘Oh mine! She is none other but Lily,’ she fervently shouted ‘Lily! My dear,’ she started removing her apron and cap, Julie held her hands from behind the counter and was expecting a big hug from her dear friend.

‘Lily! I am your Julie, your best friend, your best mate of GT College!’

That lady looked with surprise and tried to smile but hastily hid the stretch of the lips, and produced wrinkles on her forehead.

‘I am so glad to see you again,’ Julie went on, ‘you have become a rich woman, lucky you!’ She awaited a positive response from her friend but that woman’s facial expressions guaranteed that she was wrong.

‘I am not Lily! By the way, who are you?’ She said looking at her group. The ladies laughed ridiculously, ‘let’s go out or she’ll drive me crazy. What nonsense!’ She turned and led her group outside.


Tears came rolling down Julie’s cheeks to see the flipside of the situation. She understood everything, serendipity has made her friend irreverent, and her superiority complex had overlapped her originality.  After the fiasco, all the customers stared at Julie which made her feel so embarrassed that she felt like dying.

‘Oh! Darling, I know you are missing your friend since long but it doesn’t mean that you treat anyone like this who resembles her,’ wittily Nick tackled the situation ‘I promise, someday I will take you to meet your friend.’

While putting on her apron and cap she thought, ‘I always wished for her happiness but she is so happy today that she can ruin the happiness of others very easily.’

She turned towards Nick and said, ‘honey I think there is no need of going and seeing Lily, maybe it can create disturbance in our lives, after all its more than nine years long.’

It was the first time Julie addressed Nick as ‘honey’; he gave Julie a warm affectionate look, and pretended as nothing embarrassing happened a little before. Julie also realized the factuality and determined to obliterate the memories of Lily from her mind and find pride in whatever she is blessed with.

Though Julie’s heart passed through a storm but, it gave her a vivid vision, to enjoy the colors of rainbow which looked vibrant to her.

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You are too Sweet… Honey!


Following Tara’s Diet Plan regularly, Adi at last satisfied his sweet tooth urge and tasted all varieties of desserts in a wedding.
Tara smartly announced, ‘darling today you’ve had enough, I think you’ll have to compensate for this, the whole week!’
‘Sure darling, I’ll avoid calling you “honey” for next few days,’ Adi smiled mischievously.

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