Through my Lens-27



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…


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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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 !

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

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 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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