Practical Love


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Back in middle school:

“If she was stranded in a shopping mall, short on money, would you pay her bill?” he was asked, quite cunningly at that age, just to know his feelings for a girl he chatted all day long with.

He thought for a fraction of a second and said “No” quite plainly, in a matter of factly voice. She sat on the opposite bench, listening to the conversation. It hurt obviously, but she was too naive to understand the real intent behind this question or the complexities of Love, but other surely did. This guy was open for grabs!

After eight years:

He sat in front of her, as the little conversation replayed in her mind. She was seeing him after a long time and today, she understood what that plain “No” meant and what this meeting meant too.

They were at Coffee Klutch, both qualified professionals and had changed for the better over the years. It was high time they exploited their own options at finding a partner before being plunged into the ‘shaadi.com’ frenzy by their family.
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Through my Lens-27


 

Hi!

Welcome to TML, my quest to capture ordinary beauty in my surroundings and bring to you some pictures, raw and aesthetic. This week’s picture has a mystical and possibly weird aura to it, read ahead at your own risk…

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I was in my grandma’s kitchen garden, eager  to see which veggies she was growing in those days. At the entrance was a tree, not very tall, a young adult perhaps,  with nothing fancy to turn one’s head back and have a second look.

I crossed over , My attention rapt at the beautiful flora ahead.  After I had gone through the area, I turned to leave and faced the tree once again. This time I noticed that this tree had sturdy roots and how wild foliage was growing between them. It seemed mystical, something  beautiful and had definitely grabbed my attention for the same reason. The drab roots now were a thing of beauty. Also, This tree reminded me of those elusive storytelling trees, holding secrets and mysteries in their wake. Tales which left you spellbound in the mystical and dark world.Lost in these thoughts, I clicked a picture of the roots and the new life proliferating with the aid of its sturdy support. An old form supporting a new one was beautiful and worth a click.

As I was about to leave again, I noticed a spider creeping up the roots of the tree getting lost inside the foliage in no time. As I stood there, a honey bee swarmed past me but instead of settling on a nearby flower, it went straight into the bark and vanished.

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XS Tales with a surprise


Today I have the The Xtra small variant of stories, tailor made to fit in your squeezed time budget,sprinkled with a dose of humor, topped with a bit of craziness, and finally baked with love, just for you 🙂
I hope you will savour the dish.Happy reading!

Bomb-blast

It was a busy evening with the village market flocked by tourists excitedly looking at the various kiosks. The little market thronged with life, filled with excited chatter of the people and the shopkeepers hawking to the prospective customers. Its narrow lane was fully crowded when suddenly an explosion like noise startled everyone and made them pause their din to search for the source of this sound. It seemed to have originated somewhere near them. Soon enough, everyone’s eyes were fixed on three fat middle-aged ladies, standing in the middle of the road. You could see the initial surprise on the people’s faces turning into the a big grin. Even the grimmest ones couldn’t help a smile. The kids were laughing like crazy with the adults trying hard not to, sans the nearby shopkeeper  who was already into splits. What on earth had happened?

That night, you could hear the two ladies of the group , heatedly narrating the incident to their husbands at dinner.

“She farted so loud that the whole market started staring back at us..”

”We are absolutely embarrassed. Next time, I ain’t going shopping with her” chimed the other.

Author’s side note: What did you think was that sound? 😉

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Tail of a tale!


Tail of a tale..well, I think a six words story could only fit to be the tiny ‘Tail’ of a Tale. Yes, here I bring to you a Four super short stories, inspired by the picture below.

  1. Gosh! Mommy’s here with milk again!!
  2. What is papa smelling..Gotta check!
  3. NO! Not a wet nappy again!!
  4. three..two …one..I’m coming,Hide!

Do vote for the one you like best 🙂

I thank Aditi from Inking The Thinking for this super fun challenge. I totally enjoyed doing it. I hope you liked the surprise !

Three-in-one XS Tales!


SLEEPY HEAD

Rohit had not slept properly since days. It was his brother’s wedding and the tasks at hand didn’t seem to end. All the stress, receiving relatives  from railway station and the rush to get those wedding supplies left him exhausted. But it were the trips to & from that beauty parlor which irritated him the most. Thankfully, it was the finale day today. Soon it would be the end of his miseries !

With all these thoughts swarming his mind, he groggily got up and switched off the alarm.

He drowsily headed towards the only empty bathroom in the house.

His eyes were still half closed when the toothbrush sans toothpaste entered his mouth.

He was still somnolent  as he sat on the commode.

He was too sleepy to notice how one end of the drawstring to tie the pajamas went inside its seam .

He still looked half asleep as he fidgeted with the drawstring to tie his pajamas back.

But he looked wide awake as he rushed past the cluster of relatives, desperately  trying to keep the pajamas up!

HUNGER TALES

Megha was as hungry as a bear. She hadn’t taken her breakfast that morning and now after the backbreaking schedule, she got the time to  look at her lunch box.

She hurriedly opened the tiffin to gulp down the contents. To her dismay,she found dreaded Brinjals inside. But as hungry as she was, even the yucky Brinjals seemed like a delicacy to her.

Now, as she was about to take the first bite, a big fly started buzzing over her head.  It zoomed past the morsel in her hand, buzzed in her ears and landed on her head. She jerked her head to shoo it away but the crazy fly came upto her nose, again buzzed in her ears and then settled on her hand. This got to her nerves. She put the morsel down, got up, picked a big book and gave the fly a good chase. Finally, it went out of sight.

Heaving  a sigh of relief, Megha rushed back to her tiffin.

“Ah! At last, time to eat some food UNINTERRUPTED!” She exclaimed.

Again as she was about to put that first morsel in her mouth, the notorious fly came out from nowhere and landed straight into the tiffin, on the vegetable.

It looked as if  the fly was hungrier than our poor Megha! 😉

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All is well that ENDS well!


It was nearly quarter to eight, and Rahul was getting late for school. He had missed the school bus as usual and was now waiting for his dad to get ready and drop him to school on his way to office.

“DAD! Please hurry up! Just twenty minutes left for the school gate to close”

His dad wasn’t the one to get moved by that. He had become sick and tired of telling Rahul to get ready on time. Moreover, the petrol wasted on these everyday trips to his school which was totally in the opposite direction, was something he didn’t approve of in this pitiless inflation.

“Oh god! Madam Rita would eat me up if I reach late again today.” Rahul was getting impatient in the mean time.

Finally, his dad was all set and ready to go.Relieved, Rahul hurriedly jumped into the car, even before his dad could take it out of the garage! Then He looked at his watch. Sixteen minutes to go.

“Faster,faster..Buck up..buck up my boy!” Rahul chanted breathlessly.

They would have reached just half way ,when all of a sudden,the car jerked and and came to a halt. Unfortunately, They had run out of fuel. Read More

I found them!


Kyra was about to enter the  temple’s langar hall(community kitchen) ,so she took off her slippers. As she kept them near the wall,she remembered the footwear theft incidents going on those days and her uncle who had already been the victim of this notorious gang. Nonetheless, she brushed off her sixth sense’s warning ,kept her slippers there and went inside. Boy! She was very hungry.

Later when she came out, her slippers were not at their place.

‘Oh gosh..where are they?’ she panicked and started looking all around the entrance gate of the hall but they were nowhere to be seen. She felt  angry and guilty at the same time. Only if she had heard her sixth sense’s calling. On much investigation, it came out that it was only her pair of slippers that were stolen. This saddened her even more.

Her mother tried console her. “Ok now, don’t be upset.Maybe someone wore them mistakenly, I’m sure that person would keep them back. Come on, let’s go to our room for the while, you can come back and check later.”

Our 13-year-old Kyra’s family along with a hundreds of other devotees  on the religious visit,  had been allotted guest rooms and tents in the temple’s premises for their stay.But Kyra was not in mood to go back to the room. She wanted her slippers back right then. How dare somebody take them without her permission?!

She ran off to find them herself. Her plan was simple and clear. Every lady with two feet  inside the temple’s premises was under scrutiny. She started off from langar hall itself, checking everyone’s feet. She was amazed at the diversity-small feet, XL feet, dark feet, hairy feet,white feet ,bride’s feet,..but no feet with her pink slippers. She passed the temple compound and  reached the tents. Yes, the thief could have hidden them there ,so she carefully peaked inside the first one. Read More

Wild Adventures


Arleen was diligently preparing her sales report since  morning. It was going to be mid night soon and the presentation still had loads to be done. What was making her even more nervous was thought of her boss.He was a groggy old man, who would bark and bite if she gave anything less than perfect to him. Sitting was getting increasingly tough and sleep was overpowering her ,yet she had no option but to continue.All of a sudden, she heard a loud bang, the ground beneath her feet shook hard and her head went dizzy.  Unbelievably, In the next moment she went flying into the computer screen and BOOM! Read More

The night at the Decoy


It was a no moon that night, and amidst the eerie darkness and the howling winds, a beam of light  was seen dispelling the darkness.

It was Jiah, rushing home .

‘ Mum must be tensed, at least I should inform her that I’m on the way home’ she thought.

She stopped the scooter to call home. All of a sudden, she heard a faint cry, It sounded something familiar yet mysterious. Then she heard it again.

” No, it doesn’t sound like  a baby…it’s more like that of a big bird..like an ostrich or an emu..” She thought. She was amazed at the prospect of an ostrich at the mansion nearby, from which the sound seemed to emanate.

Lured to check it out, she started towards the gate of the mansion. She hadn’t seen such a huge and beautiful house all her life. As she was lost in the thoughts of the mansion and the cries, Suddenly, the gate slid open as if prompting her to enter.

” It’s the Wind, maybe.” Jiah thought.

The aura of the place seemed to beckon her. She stepped inside in a trance. Strong fragrance of roses hung in the air. Half consciously, she walked up to the front door. It was a huge wooden double door, intricately carved at the corners, with a mysterious knocker and a fascinating door handle.She especially liked the hand palm shaped door handle , open wide, reckoning her to hold it .
Then out of the blue, the sound came again, clear and distinct. But now the cry sounded more like that of a woman.She was pondering over this when the loud ringing of her phone broke her flow if thoughts. It was her tensed mother calling to inquire about her whereabout. Jiah, who was  till now smitten by the aura of the mansion, got back to square one where she had to get back home.

“Sorry mom, I’ll be home in a jiffy.” She replied hurriedly and hung up the call. She had just started back towards the gate, when the door cracked open and someone pulled Jiah inside.

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The Thinking Pot


Finally, after a long period of thinking , Matt had decided what he would wear at the Prom night (Phew!) Additionally, he had perfected the strategy to ace Friday’s test & reached the conclusion on what to do about his quarrel with Cynthia (He would make her too happy to remain upset with him this time.)
In what was left of his daily ‘fifteen minutes’ meet with his dear thinking pot, he mulled over the weird yellow color of the floor tiles..and the absence of a mirror in the washroom.
Once over, he silently thanked the thinking pot.. What he would have done without it. It was his lifeline.
He loved clinging to it for all his chores from reading newspapers to mastering that stupid candy crush( he’s still struck on level 71)

He seldom minded if he had to sacrifice his sleep to answer calls of dear thinking pot. This was well justified too as what he got in return was unparalleled- the yogic calmness (for which mum and dad ran after in yoga classes) coupled with relief -big time. Moreover,some saved bucks. What else would anyone want? The thinking pot was his answered prayer. The day he couldn’t pay a visit to his thinking pot, he would remain groggy all day( much to Cynthia’s dismay).
Nobody knew about his lucky charm which made the girls swoon all over him. All this made Cynthia really mad. But no more, he and thinking pot had crafted a perfect plan to clear up the mess.

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