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That one Love

That one Love

Clad in white and sometimes in dark,
He beckons me with outstretched arms

The first time I met him was when I was young and innocent
He captured my heart with his tantalizing, dreamy gaze
The warmth of his grasp
Soothed my feverish breath
My weary head found solace in the bosom of my beloved


For a few years  I cried with longing
When I lost sight of him
But then he returned
His heart touched by my plaintive tears

In truth, he is the greatest love of my life,
My beau, my knight and  saviour
I call him Sleep.

Word count:100

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This is written in response to Write Tribe’s 100 Words on Saturday 2014-8

The prompt for this Saturday was 

 ‘the greatest love of all’


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Touching lives

Touching lives

There is a woman in my life. 

I see her every morning. She comes home, neatly attired, smelling of the jasmine flowers that adorn her hair. When I open the door, she greets me with a warm, open smile. It is the kind of smile that you reserve for your near ones; the kind of smile that touches your heart and gladdens you.

We have known each other for close to two years now. The other day, as we both sat sipping our steaming cups of tea, she told me a story that I would never forget:


The house next to mine had a sad story. The couple there had a young daughter, all of 11 years old. The father was a violent man, given to physically abusing his wife and daughter, hitting them when the frenzy struck him. The mother, unable to bear the agony of daily abuse, took to drinking and became a raging alcoholic. The innocent child was left to fend for herself. Many days, she would be starving with no food to eat. The constant abuse and the drinking  reduced her to a shell of her original self. She was slowly withering away.

With tears in my eyes, I asked her what happened to the girl.

She looked me in the eye, emptied her tea cup, dabbed her mouth with the edge of her dupatta  and said, in a matter-of-fact voice, “I adopted her”. Then, she stood up, picked up the broom from behind the kitchen door and proceeded to sweep the house.

Speechless, I sat there, staring at her as she went about tidying my house, mopping the floors and rinsing the dishes in the sink. Here was a woman who worked very hard for a living. She worked tirelessly from morning to evening, to provide for the family. Her life is not an easy one; but she smiles through it all.

She found a child in pain and didn’t think twice before adding her to her own family. In her place, would I have done the same? Honestly, I don’t know.

And, you want to know the best part? She has two sons of her own.

Inspiration can come from anyone. 

It can come from the kindness of a child when he tells you why we shouldn’t kill a snake, since it is also one of God’s creatures. 

It can come from your peers when they selflessly and lovingly take in stray animals

It can come from the virtual space when a wonderful friend coaxes you to make every second count and you just want to reach out and give her a big hug!

Be open to inspiration and it will find you and touch your life in more ways than you can imagine.




Yes, there is a woman in my life. 


Some day, I hope I can be half the woman that she is today.

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This is my entry for Day 5 of the week-long Festival of Words for Write Tribe


For 6th March this was our prompt:

 Share an inspiring story/ a personal experience that will inspire.


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Blogs that I love

Blogs that I love

Today, as part of Write Tribe’s Festival of Words, I will be showcasing four blogs that inspire me, motivate me to write well, make me laugh and keep me grounded. So, here they are.

 Spare the time to go over and read a few posts. You will not regret it, I guarantee you.

The Orange Rhino

Photo Courtesy: http://theorangerhino.com/

The first blog I choose to showcase today is one that I turn to, when I am down and out, on this road called parenting. She writes from the heart, is open about her flaws and welcomes feedback. Her story is an inspiration to many parents around the world, who would not have admitted to yelling at their kids. If you have a ‘Yelling Less’ journey to start, look no further than the Orange Rhino. Follow her tips, subscribe to her updates and join the growing community of grateful parents everywhere.

Her blog inspires me.

The Michelle Longo

Photo Courtesy: http://themichellelongo.com/

Michelle Longo writes well and writes from the heart. Her blog has a variety of topics and what draws me back to her blog is her candour.  She is one of the editors over at the fabulous Yeah Write community, a group that helps bloggers become better writers. Michelle is currently working on her memoirs, something I am really waiting to read!

Her blog motivates me to write well and keep working on my writing.

Sips of Jen and Tonic

Photo courtesy: http://sipsofjenandtonic.com/
You know those days when you feel depressed and in the mood for a pick-me-up? Not the alcoholic kind, although I’m guessing that works for a lot of people 😉 Me, I need laughter to get me out of the dumps. And I find that a-plenty in Jen’s blog. I found Jen through NaBloPoMo and boy, am I glad I did! She is funny, unreserved, self- satirical and just a whole lot of joy. Any post, and I mean any post, of hers will make you feel good on a really bad day. Don’t take my word for it. Head over and look her up!
Her blog makes me laugh.
Photo courtesy: http://cynk.wordpress.com/about/


As a parent blogger, it is very easy to get sucked into complacency and comfort. It is also easy to look at the rosy side of life and be carried away at times. And, in my early blogging days, I am guilty of having done that. I would like to believe that I have evolved as a parent blogger and moved to appreciating every aspect of motherhood- the highs and the lows, the struggles and the triumphs, the laughter and the tears. Cynk is a blogger who writes passionately and incredibly well about bringing up her lovely, autistic child, Philip. You will visit her blog to read one post and cannot resist from reading another, and another and yet another. That is the allure of her writing- simple, heartfelt and powerful.
Her blog keeps me grounded.

Thank you all, for being in my life, in more ways than you can imagine!


So, which blogs do you love? What bloggers have touched your heart?

 Link it to today’s genre over at Write Tribe.
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This is my entry for Day 2 of the week-long Festival of Words for Write Tribe
On 3rd March our topic is ‘Blog Love’ – show some love to another blog or blogs by showcasing them on yours. Share with us why you love a particular blog or blogs

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A journey through Tea

A journey through Tea

I cannot tell you how glad I am, that the prompt for the day is ‘Tea’ and not ‘Coffee’. Then, this would have been a very short post 😉

Considering how tea forms an important part of my day, this prompt ought to be easy. But , it is quite the opposite!

When I sat down to type this out, I wondered what I should write about. Tea is so soothing, so pleasing and so relaxing that I can write a post that runs too long.

My first cup:

I must have had my first sip of tea when I was 12. It seemed like a rite of passage. Moving away from the ‘growing-up’ drink and into early adulthood was somehow, marked by this event, in my mind. I still remember savouring the taste of the tea, as its strange aroma wafted through the air.

My first time:

As a cook. What did you think? 😉

Yes, this was the first thing that I ever made. If there was one thing my mom could confidently ask me to make and serve guests, it was the milky, sweetened tea that I had managed to perfect. Of course, it was quite possible that most of the people praising my culinary skills were doing so out of kindness and not actual appreciation, but, hey, I wasn’t going to turn down praise 🙂

My first meeting:

In arranged marriages in India, we have this custom where a potential groom comes to see the bride. On the ocassion, we are expected to serve tea and light refreshments. My task was to make the beverage, as always. I still remember V, sitting in the room, staring at my face, as he sipped the milky tea (which he detests, by the way!) Fortunately, he was preoccupied with other things to notice the tea cup in his hands, or so I like to think 😉

My first couples tea:

Post marriage, once we had settled into our routine, V expressed his preference for dark tea. This isn’t black tea, mind you; it’s tea with just a couple of spoonfuls of milk. I started off making two varieties- the milky tea which I had grown up on and the dark, brooding one which he wanted. After about three months of washing two tea cans, I just gave up and started trying his way of tea-drinking. And guess what? I can’t drink it any other way now. It has to be just right- with that dash of milk, little sugar and the strong fragrance of steeped tea leaves, percolating through the kitchen.

My first tea set:

Honestly, I don’t remember this. I must have had quite a few over the years. But, I especially loved this set: A ceramic tea coaster set, complete with a teacup, a teapot, a creamer, a bowl of fruit, a saucer, some flowers for the mood and even a frilly, lace tablecloth to complete the ensemble.

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The entire thing is ceramic, by the way. You do see the attention to detail, don’t you?

So, what’s your love story with tea all about? Care to share?

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This is written in response to the prompt “Tea”
as part of the Marathon Bloggers’ Challenge for this week

 A story for every picture, a picture for every story
Use the prompt and a picture of your own to write your own post
The picture above was clicked at home by Yours Truly


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