Trio No 4: Today you can write about anything, in whatever genre or form, but your post must include a speeding car, a phone call, and a crisp, bright morning.
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Sunday morning, up with the lark
Off I went to take a walk in the park!
The sun was up white and shining
On a clear crisp and bright morning!
“Trring trrring” went my faithful ol’ phone
” Hi, remember me ?” said a deep baritone!
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Todays Daily Prompt: Contrast
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What do I say ? Where do I begin?
As into today’s Daily Post I log in….
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I love the late, late night, he’s into early morning
I love an evening at home, he loves his partying!
I love visiting the past, all the sugar and the spice
He loves remembering only the part that’s nice!
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I love shopping and malls – My idea of weekend fun,
Alas – To him, its akin holding to his head, a gun!
I love guides, books n Knick knacks at a popular spot
A waste, says he – will you ever open all that you got?
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My cupboard overflowing, yet I have “no clothes to wear”
By his comfy old shirts and suits, he will always swear!
Save for a rainy day, says me, invest and look to the future,
Live for the present, says he, the future’s not ours to nurture!
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I make and break and remake – “Flexible” decisions are my hallmark
While, once taken, they’re “His” to stand by, right or wrong, light or dark!
Together we have traveled more than half my life,
The wind beneath my wings, to whom, I am a wife!
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Mars N Venus, Chalk and cheese – we may well be
But for the life and family we have thankful I’ll ever be!
NO TIME TO WASTE : Fill in the blank: “Life is too short to _____.” Now, write a post telling us how you’ve come to that conclusion.
Life is too short to Bear A Grudge.
I believe in this and abide by it too as far as possible.
Having said that, let me hasten to add, I am no saint. I have my faults and weaknesses galore! I am a perfectionist, I am critical, I demand a lot from my loved ones from loyalty to appreciation. I make no bones about stuff I do not like. I am outspoken and honest as far as opinion and views go and more often than not, am brutally so! I have a fairly short fuse and that is evident too. Continue reading
Its not exactly the best story I’ve ever heard, but a story of the movie I saw yesterday. The movie is based on a book by Gillian Flynn and directed by David Fincher . Gone Girl – It reflects the disintegration of a marriage and the power of the human mind when depressed or angered or hurt. A female human mind at that.
The story starts on the 5th Marriage Anniversary of a couple when the husband comes home in early noon to find that his wife has disappeared. He calls the cops as there is evidence of a struggle or a scuffle in the living room. As the story unfolds, we understand that all is not as it appears. As is usually the case, there are two sides to every story and if it is the story of a marriage, the cliche is probably doubly true!
IMAGINARY FRIEND: Many of us had imaginary friends as young children. If your imaginary friend grew up alongside you, what would his/her/its life be like today? (Didn’t have one? write about a non-imaginary friend you haven’t seen since childhood.
If only we did not believe that friendship was forever
If only we did know that a relationship is now or never.
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If only we knew that life would keep us parted
If only we knew we had a chance to get started.
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If only I knew why you were the only one so dear
If only I knew then why I felt this nameless fear.
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Grand Slam The World Series starts tonight! In your own life, what would be the equivalent of a walk-off home run? (For the baseball-averse, that’s a last-minute, back-against-the-wall play that guarantees a dramatic victory.)
Home run of my life, what could it be?
A smooth walk into the sunset, maybe?
A wonderful break for my son as his own sun rises?
Everything that my lil daughter dreams and prizes?
Written in response to : REVERSE SHOT – What’s your earliest memory involving another person? Recreate the scene — from the other person’s perspective.
I had come home on leave. My mother was in hospital, recovering from a surgery. After a quick wash and change, I went to the hospital to meet her.
Amma was in good spirits and happy to see me. I was glad I could make her happy. I was her firstborn and needless to say, I was her favorite child as I had been away from home.
An hour later, my 18 year old sister walked in. She gave me a happy fierce hug. I was meeting her after months. As our excited chatter died down, I noticed a wisp of a girl in the room – she stood awkwardly in a corner as the family exchanged happy hellos and caught up with each other. My sister followed my gaze and said, Oh I forgot.. this is Aruna Menon.
She was my sister’s current best buddy in the pre med school they were attending together.
“Hello,” I said, “I am Rajiv.” ” Hi”, she said in a strong, clear voice, “I am Aruna. I come sometimes to meet aunty ” Her awkwardness had vanished. She was at ease with herself and I was at ease with her. She left a few minutes later.
I would remember this moment 7 years later, as Aruna and I got married. I would never have thought then, that this thin scrawny, young girl with luminous eyes would become such a dear friend over the years and finally become my best buddy for life.My sister and Aruna were now full fledged doctors and were still the greatest of friends.
I like to think that my mother was also happy that day, as she,by then, a star in the sky, blessed us from above.
I lost Amma 33 years ago, this day. She was the gentlest and yet the strongest soul I ever knew. Always a giver, she was one of the greatest influences of my life.
I love conversations. Being a woman, that does not make me very unique, I daresay!
The question I am trying to answer today is how many people do I like in one conversation. The immediate and reflex answer is two. I love having a one-on-one exchange of ideas thoughts and opinions.
I am a social person and I love a melee of a meeting as much as the next person. I love the bursts of activity at a lively party, where the voices get drowned in the buzz of music and clanging of glasses, where there are boisterous games – in fact I enjoy conducting them and participating and winning as well. I love the ladies club meetings the book club meetings the weekly Tambola at the officers institute, shaking a leg in a group at the monthly social do’s and so on and so forth.
My title could very well have read “Confessions of a Perfectionist” if anyone who knew me well would have to suggest one. So as I said it’s confession time. Where do I start?
At home? When I wanted every meal to be tasty and warm, every room to be spic and span, every smile bright and cheerful?
At work? Where I hated failure of any kind by me, at judgement, skill or expertise …When I wanted every worker to be as diligent, sincere, efficient and compassionate as they could be. And me as well, of course. Continue reading
Prompt: Ready Set Done!!
Our free-write is back by popular demand: today, write about anything — but you must write for exactly ten minutes, no more, no less.
Well I had missed this prompt last time and had actually wanted to give it a shot. So here goes. Today is about a kind of love that can never be mistaken, never faked, never selfish.It can never be taken – it has to be always given.
They came into my life or rather into our lives, almost 3 years ago – two little bundles of joy, who were brought from different parts of the country, so that “they could meet and fall in love”, as my 13 year old daughter aptly pronounced. We had just lost a part of us , a wonderful being called Minnie..but more about her some other time. Continue reading
Ripples N Reflections 