The Footballer....

The big toe on his right foot had swollen to twice the normal size.

I looked at him with questioning eyes.

“We were playing Brazil last night. I got the ball for myself,”  my grandfather said , grinning childishly.

I couldn’t help smiling.

He had dreamt of , and played for his favourite football teams in his sleep.  Again !

I sighed and started massaging his toes slowly with his favourite balm.

“But this was worth it,” he said, as I finished.

“What ? This swelling ?”,  I asked.

“ Yes, I scored the winning goal”, he winked and chuckled, as I broke into a laughter.

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# True Story :)

Linking this to Write Tribe's 100 Words on a Saturday.

A talk with the writers' muse :)

The Time keeper was born from his inspiring pen,

He made me spend my Tuesdays with Morrie....

He gave us the first phone call from heaven,

I salute you, sir, for words that create glory !

Next comes a woman, the queen of mystery,

She made me fall in love with a Belgian brain...

And the Mousetrap that did create history,

Madam, my love for you, is pretty insane :)

Next, the man, who , in his village of dreams,

Gave birth to Swami, Nagaraj and the Guide....

You stretched our reading to both the extremes,

Love you, truly ,you’re the nation’s pride !!

To all the pens above, that enrich our lives,

Here are two questions I would ask ;

What exactly do you do when the muse arrives,

Do you wait, or get on with the task ?

What drives you to take the plunge into the pool,

Of words, and weave magic and marvel ?

For writers like you all, your quill is a tool

That etches out the world you unravel !

Without all your words, our world is so dry,

That explains all that I have to say ;

May they make our fancies soar high,

That is what we wish, hope and pray !!

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Image courtesy : Muse craft Online

Linking this to 100 Words on Saturday  at  Write Tribe.

The prompt this weekend is, " Your favourite author and what you’d like to discuss with him or her".

I couldn't identify one favourite ( I know it sounds stupid, still :D ) , so I created a short poem about three authors I love :)

This one is in 'Multiples of 100' format. Three stanzas make a drabble :)

The Realization......

There was no trace of shame on his face.

She’d expected him to be weighed down with remorse.

“He will die of guilt when he knows this,” she’d thought.

But his indifference surprised her.

Even though the crowd disturbed him, he maintained his composure perfectly.

She knew it now ; he hadn’t been affected the way she’d expected him to be.

She regretted the thoughtlessness  behind her actions.

She saw him cover the body with a white cloth.

She wished she knew then , what she knew now.

That , her committing suicide would never change her dad , who’d so brutally raped her.

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Linking this to Write Tribe's 100 Words on a Saturday.

Truth, as it is !

She realized that she could no longer hide the truth.

The sooner it was out, the better.

She looked guiltily at him.

He was seated on the sofa, his eyes scanning the newspaper.

The tired lines on his forehead sent waves of ache through her heart.

Nervous, she chewed her lips.

No ,she couldn’t delay it. She had to speak , now.

"Dad", she called.

He looked up at her.

"I'm sorry, dad," she said ,her voice filled with regret.

"What happened ?",  he asked.

"You'll have to take black tea; there's no milk",  she said , a faint smile covering her embarrassment.

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Linking this to Write Tribe's 100 Words on a Saturday.

The Cure !!

The young boy sitting on the sidewalk was repeating the same thing for the past five minutes.

His palm on his cheek. Then on his knees.

Cheek, Knee.

Cheek ,Knee.

“ What are you doing ? “, he asked the child.

“ Putting mommy’s kisses on my knees. I hurt myself while playing. Mommy says her kisses protect me always. I’m putting them on my knees”, the boy chirped.

 He felt his heart begin to heal…

“I was tempted to end my own life ! Why should I, God, when you’re with me !”, he cried.

He'd seen the right path, his faith back in action !

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This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.
This week's challenge is that the post must contain , " I was tempted."

Linking this to 100 Words on Saturday 2014 # 9 at Write Tribe.

 

Tiny Love.....



“You’re selfish, haughty, arrogant ,useless ! How dare you speak to me this way ? I’ll just throw you out of this car, mind you ! ” Philip shouted at me as he drove.

The usual fight, a bit more severe this time.

I sat on the seat behind, silent tears heating my eyes.

Our two-year-old daughter on my lap was unusually silent.

“Oh ! why didn’t I keep quiet ! ”, I scolded myself mentally,  for being tactless.

A tiny finger came up and wiped my tears.

I looked at her, she smiled.

To me, her smile seemed a promise of the greatest love of all !

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This post is being linked to the 100 Words on Saturday Prompt - 8 at Write Tribe.

The prompt for the weekend is " The greatest love of all ".

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Lucky !

This post is being linked to the 100 Words on Saturday 2014 - 7 Prompt at Write Tribe

The prompt for this week is s/he's the lucky one.
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"I’ve chosen him, Father", Rebecca stood near the fourth cradle in the row.

" Little John? Are you sure ? I hope you know his problems", Fr.Patrick said as he caught Rebecca’s

  eyes.

 " Yes. I’m absolutely sure, Father", she was firm .

 " God bless your kindness! Please come down tomorrow for the formalities", Fr.Patrick spoke in a 

   relieved voice.

   Rebecca thanked him and walked out of the adoption centre.

   Fr.Patrick looked at little John, the autistic child ,who slept on, unaware that he had found a new 

   home and family.

   "He’s the lucky one", he thought, "to have her for a mother."

I knew it was my last day there.........

This wonderful writing exercise at Write Tribe requires us to post any creative literary piece of work in exactly 100 words. This week's Prompt is given by Sugandha of Shades of Life - I knew it was my last day there...

Though I lay on the bed, with a weakening heart,

My thoughts and sorrow, were miles apart

Memories of days, months and years bygone,

With glowing serenity, my mind dwelt on

Causes well fought for, results well attained,

No pain, no regrets for the wounds so sustained,

I would leave behind a glory for the posterity to claim,

Before I was consumed by the leaping flame..

Through my heartbeats, I was fully aware,

the realization dawned on me with a certainty so rare,

I knew it was my last day there,

My day had come, He had heard my prayer  !!

The Love of my Life :D :D

This wonderful writing exercise at Write Tribe requires us to post any creative literary piece of work in exactly 100 words. This week's Prompt is given by Richa Singh of The Philosopher’s Stone - "Every once in a while".

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I’m totally in love with you.

For reminding me of your presence, softly, every once in a while…

For bridging me with my loved ones every once in a while …

For being silent when I’m upset every once in a while …

For singing my favourite songs every once in a while….

For playing games with me, when I’m bored, every once in a while….

For making me steal a glance at you, every once in a while…

A life without you around is beyond imagination….

You breathe life into me, my days….

I love you dear….







My Blackberry :-D :-D

If only you were here !

This wonderful writing exercise at Write Tribe requires us to post any creative literary piece of work in exactly 100 words. This week's Prompt is given by Kajal Kapur of Rainbow Hues - " if only you were here"....

If only you were here,

I would teach you to dream….

No worries, nothing to fear,

Only eyes full of gleam…

So much to explore, so much to do

So many things you’d love to learn

So much to discover, you’ve no clue

This or that, which way to turn…

Questions to fire, answers to get

All forgotten in a day’s play…

You haven’t learnt all you can, yet

The rules of life, you must obey…

All said and done, it’s wishful thinking

You wouldn’t come, even if you could

I imagine, without blinking,

What you could’ve been, my childhood!


I am linking this to 100 Words on Saturday - 5 at Write Tribe.

100 Words on Saturday - Truly Alive !

This wonderful writing exercise at Write Tribe requires us to post any creative literary piece of work in exactly 100 words. This week's Prompt is ' Truly Alive'.

HE LIVES IN HER......

He  stood near Dr Uma, as she asked Pooja to open her eyes slowly.

They would now know, whether the transplantation was a success.

She opened her eyes slowly and looked at him, her eyes shining.

Her gaze moved to the wheel chair next to him, to the woman who was about her mother’s age.

Her lips quivered, as she looked at the little girl.

‘ My son, my child’, she whispered.

‘Are you, his….?’, Pooja asked them, her voice excited.

They nodded, their smiles masking the flow of tears.

Their son was truly alive ,in those deep, lovely eyes!

This is my debut at 100 Words on Saturday. Looking forward to participating more and more :-)

I am linking this to 100 Words on Saturday - 4 at Write Tribe .