It takes two-

It takes two-

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Cold as ice,
He wouldn’t thaw;
Try twice as hard,
Just wouldn’t bulge;
You don’t try enough-
They’ll taunt In their words;
A heart cold as ice,
Can barely be thawed.

String by string,
She cut every rope;
Mustered courage-
Moved forward, let go;
What’s there to try,
With a one sided love;
One can’t make a marriage-
It takes two to work.

Cold as ice,
She left him numb;
Sought for her sunshine-
Unravelling the world;
It takes two for marriage,
For that is true love;
Well here she is living,
And loving and all.

He’s cold as ice;
She’s rocking her world.

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Flash Fiction: Blackouts 4

Flash Fiction: Blackouts 4

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Upon Richard Blake’s arrival to Willow’s Place, Allison wasted no time in relaying to him the events of her divorce, return of her blackouts and the poster left for her. Richard listened with utmost attention and when Allison was done speaking, he said, “let’s take a drive”.
“To where?” Allison questioned suspiciously.
“To the most colorful part of town”, Richard replied with a grin.

Allison turned her gaze to the houses lining the streets of Balmary as Richard drove through. She focused on the passers-by, all in an attempt to block out any unwanted conversations Richard, her father, might decide to spring up.

All was well until Allison cried out, “I don’t know what to make of all these”. “My head is in a wobble”. Richard brought the car to a halt and turned to his daughter.

     “Am I- am I going nuts again“, Allison asked, tears welled up in her eyes.

“No, baby girl”, Richard replied reassuringly, then added in a rather grim tone, “I believe someone is trying to make it look that way”.


Word count: 176. This story is in response to Flash Fiction for Aspiring writers photo prompt challenge. I exceed the allowed word count by (1 word) 😀 will try harder next time. This is also the fourth part on the series “Blackouts”: part 1, part2, part 3.

           Do you think Richard is genuinely trying to help his daughter, or is he just blowing smoke? 

Beauty in “10”

Beauty in “10”

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        I was set a task by a wonderful fellow blogger, Prakash, to write ten sentences on “Beauty” and each consisting of six words. The moment I saw the task, I loved it because it is a beautiful gesture. It is about time for us to spread the word about what we sincerely believe beauty is (or isn’t). I was inspired by Prakash’s own ten sentences which was really beautiful, and here is mine. 

Beauty’s the smile a child makes.
            Beauty’s the sun as it awakens.
Beauty’s kindness written on a face.
            Beauty’s the ocean making it’s waves.
Beauty is nature, beauty’s all about.

Beauty isn’t measured by a scale.
             Beauty hasn’t class, make or race.
Beauty isn’t fixed to status quo.
             Beauty is in every living soul.
            And sometimes…
Beauty is just a beautiful word.

And now, to share my favorite quote on beauty. To be honest, I don’t know a lot of beauty quotes and so I had to google it. But here is the quote I most connected with:

” Pretty can turn heads, but Beauty? Beauty can change the world.
Pretty is what you are, but beauty is what you do with it.
Pretty can lift spirits, beauty makes them soar.”


So here it is, TASK: write ten sentences on “Beauty” and each sentence is to have “six words” one of which must be “beauty” and end the post with a favorite quote on “beauty“. Also to nominate your friends to participate and spread the “virus“. As a medical student, the word “virus” is akin to “worry” but this challenge is one virus that is pleasing to me :). This time I nominate, every single one of my followers, spread the virus of what beauty REALLY means.

Here are some awesome replies to the challenge:
Prakash Hegade
Priceless Joy
Feeling Soulmate

Writer’s Quote: Paulo Coelho

Writer’s Quote: Paulo Coelho

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             It seems I can’t get enough of Paulo Coelho these days, his quotes I mean. The above quote is from a book I read recently “The Alchemist” written by Paulo Coelho. It is about a boy on a journey towards finding his destiny. In that journey, he encounters various people and circumstances which one way or the other teach him life lessons that would help him towards his destiny. Yeah, there is a lot of talk about destiny in the book. The only problem I had with the book was in deciding which of the many wonderful and philosophical quotes I was going to pick for writer’s quote Wednesday.

            I honestly think it is about time fear takes a backseat. We don’t realise how powerful fear is, but it is one of the few emotions whose ropes aren’t easy to let go. Fear holds us back and ties us down, preventing us from moving forward and achieving the greatness we were born to achieve. “Fear” will always be there whether we like it or not, so it is up to is to decide if fear is worth us leaving an ordinary life while we have the potential to be extraordinary. It is not easy and it is not going to be easy, but it’s like the saying goes- “a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step”. And so, it is time for fear to take a step backwards and for our dreams to take the front seat.


This is my response to SilverThreading’s event- writer’s quote Wednesday. Thanks for hanging out with me this week. You are welcome to join in and participate just click on the link above. 

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Hush Little Baby..,

Hush Little Baby..,

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Hush little baby,
I blow to the wind;
Please take my kisses,
To the little boy who weeps;
The one without a mother,
Who keep us up at night-
With cries wrenching my soulful heart,
That yearns for his embrace.

Hush little youngster,
I blow to the wind;
Please take this fragment piece of me,
And fill the void in the kid;
Incomplete but I’ll be alright,
As long as he can sleep;
And rest his gentle heart at ease,
And yearn not all night still.

Hush little darling,
I blow to the wind;
Mama is not here I know,
But I’m not far from reach;
I’ll keep on sending these kisses,
For as long as I have will;
Until I know you’re safe and sound,
The wind will be our bridge.

Hush Oh darling,
For your cries are tearing me…

Award: 7 facts about me

Award: 7 facts about me

Here we go again… Alright so, seven facts about me:

1) I have watched the series “Nikita” so much that I already know the dialogue by heart. Same goes for 3 idiots and chak de India and they are in Hindi 😀

2) Lived in my apartment for eight months now and I’ve only switched on the TV twice.

3) Flowers and Flour make me swoon, (go figure) 😉

4) I started university at the age of fifteen.

5) Not sure how I’ll survive without coffee.

6) my favorite chore is ironing, there is just something so relaxing about it.

7) I love Fridays! It’s my only day off from school too.
I got nominated by a fellow Big Bang theory fan and an amazing writer, and blogger for the creative bloggers award. Thank you Prakash.
And, two wonderful and versatile bloggers nominated me for the Versatile blogger award. Mutafariq khayalat who writes really amazing poetry and Noirfifre who blogs about historical facts in an interesting manner. Thank you very much.

Some of the people I am going to nominate host award free blogs but I just couldn’t help but highlight their amazing blogs. Rather than a nomination, this is me saying thank you to them for sharing their creative and versatile works.

1) PricelessJoy hosts an award free blog where she posts stories, flash fiction and photography. She is one of the reasons I write stories more often now due to her encouragement and also just seeing how her writing has transformed from then to now is amazing.

2) my second nominee is JoyRoses whose blog houses a variety of wonderful posts ranging from family stories, to fictions to some incredible quotes. And they are sure to make you laugh.

3) Mandibelle, whose stories have such a creative and imaginative backbone to them. And she also blogs about a variety of topics including poetry, personal posts and product reviews as well.

4) SweetyKannoth whose poetry leaves you wanting more. Need I say more.

Agh, there are so many people I’ld love to nominate but I see they have already been nominated. But still, you can choose to accept either the versatile or creative blogger award or even both it’s up to you. And to my followers who have already been nominated by Prakash and Mutafariq, congratulations!

For the RULES, all you have to do is write 5-7 random facts about yourself and spread the love (nomination) to other creative and versatile bloggers as well.

Flash Fiction: Blackouts 3

Flash Fiction: Blackouts 3

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Professor Richard Blake, former top-gun defense attorney lived alone in a collosal yet hideous mansion. It had all the makings of a haunted house except that a living soul resided in it. After a messy divorce and lost custody battle of his two daughters, which left a bad mark on his resume, Richard Blake resorted to private law practice in the privacy of his mansion.

Everyone in the county knew the only two things Richard Blake gave a damn about were his daughters, Allison and Katy. The latter who had now passed away.

The sound of a telephone ringing broke the graveyard silence that seemed to always loom in the atmosphere. Richard picked up the receiver.
                        “Hello… I- need help”, the caller muttered.
Hearing such blunt words and the worrisome tone of his estranged daughter Allison, Richard felt a stab in his chest.


Word count: 159 words. This post in response to the weekly photo prompt writing challenge hosted by Flash fiction for aspiring writers. This is also a third in the series “blackout”. First time visiting, no worries; here are the links- Blackouts 1 and blackouts 2
             What do you think about the new character Richard Blake?

Cycle of broken hearts

Cycle of broken hearts

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One at a time it slowly
Shattered;
Falling to the ground in noiseless
Sound
to the ears of the outsiders but-
To her’s,
It was the loudest and harshest sound
She heard.
All at once it banged with
Resonance,
Filling the void that was now-
Her heart;
She felt the emptiness more so
Now,
Than she’d ever felt in her
Entire life.

Life is a cycle of broken
Hearts,
When one gets Mend another
Shatters;
Till all of the innocents hearts have
Felt,
What it feels like to be dead yet
Alive;
But maybe that’s the way it
Should be,
So we can learn to heal each
Other’s path;
Though “broken” isn’t the greatest heart
Adjective,
It beats a lot out of a-
Locked-up heart.

Writer’s Quote- Yasmin Mogahed

Writer’s Quote- Yasmin Mogahed

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There are many pieces that make up our lives: moments that make and break us. Moments that raise and shape us. Decisions we make to hold on, or let go. People who enter our lives and leave us changed forever. The ones we love, the ones that hurt us, or heal us, or leave us. Sometimes, we don’t understand these pieces- or even despair over them. It’s only when time goes by and we look back, that we suddenly can see our whole life like a perfectly designed puzzle.

Don’t be afraid of the puzzle piece you are in now. It will fit perfectly… Just like the rest. How could it not? The designer is Perfect.

                   –Yasmin Mogahed

For writer’s Quote Wednesday, I decided to submit this quote I found by Yasmin Mogahed because I think it’s something we all can relate to. This life is a puzzle piece and for many of us, it seems incomplete and imperfect too. But here’s the thing, Of course it’s imperfect; life itself is an incomplete puzzle and with everyday and every challenge, the puzzle piece gets one step closer to becoming complete. I haven’t seen an incomplete puzzle piece that looks perfect too. So also life, as we go through this journey of completing our puzzle, it would seem like an imperfect one. When all is said and done, and we take a deep breath and glance back, then, we would be able to fully grasp and appreciate the perfection of it all.

On a last note, and even though this is unrelated to the quote above, I feel the need to share it; as a reminder to myself first of all, and also to everyone else who has a dream:

      “If it is worth dreaming about then it is worth doing. Do not give up on your dreams“.

Flash Fiction: Blackouts 2

Flash Fiction: Blackouts 2

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Allison had barely recovered from her blackout she when she noticed a poster rolled at the side table. The picture that stared at her as she opened it sent shivers down her spine. In an act of reflex, she shredded the paper violently into pieces; clasping her fingers on her throbbing head, she screamed “No, no, no”.

To an outsider, the picture would have been a picturesque location of a beautiful waterfront. Decked with colorful boats, a background of tall skyscraper buildings and slow waves on which the rays of the sun gleamed. But Allison knew better. That picture held the location of an incident she struggled to erase from her memory. That was where her sister’s cold body was found from an apparent suicide drowning.

How the picture got to Willow’s Place, Allison had no idea. She had rented the house all to herself for the time being. Before her emotions could take a turn for the worse, Allison picked up the phone with trembling hands and dialed a number.
                    “Hello, I need help!”


Word count: 175. This post is in response to Flash Fiction For Aspiring writers and also a sequel to my last week submission, Blackouts. I hope you had a wonderful read. Credit for inspiration goes to the wonderful writers who had written beautifully for this week’s prompt and whose stories inspired me to whip my writing pen.