Chikoo’s visitors.

Chikoo’s visitors.

            I just found out that November is the National Blog Post Month — NaBloPoMo — and as I have not been writing very regularly since the past couple of weeks, decided to participate in the same. So, I will be writing a post every day of this month, by hook,but not by crook, so, help me God! I am a day late in the game, but better late than never!

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NaBloPoMo November 2014
            Thursday, the 30th of October, was a wonderful day for me. It is a few days old, but a couple of my friends who had been wanting to meet my son, my pet dog Chikoo, since quite some time now, had planned to finally come over. Both the girls being dog lovers, called up in the morning and asked me what time would be suitable for the rendezvous. Now, that was quite touching!  Early evening would be better, was what was decided as  Chikoo needs to go for his walk after 5:30, so they did not want to disturb his schedule.

            And, as decided, they came at around 4:45 pm. I opened the door to their huge, cheerful “HI” and happy smiles at seeing Chikoo, waiting to welcome them. But, the thing that made me happiest was the goodies they had brought along, just for Chikoo! One of them, Smita, has two family members with pet dogs, and thus she is also a dog lover. But, never before has it happened that someone has come over to our place to visit us and brought gifts for Chikoo. And, here, I speak about friends, not family.

            Members of my family have spoiled Chikoo rotten by getting him things that he loves. But, these two girls were ‘friends’ who had brought something just for  Chikoo. It was really a sweet gesture, especially for me. Every time people visit someone, gifts are taken for their children. But, not so in my case. My child is a dog, who is not a dog for me, but, my child! But, not all look at it that way. They ask for Chikoo to be kept in another room, or look at him with, not fear, but dislike, if I may say so.

          It takes a huge heart to accept people and the situation they live in. It takes a lot of love to accept that different people lead different lives. It is not just because of the gifts they got for my pet dog, that they touched my heart. Small gestures like trusting pet parents when they say their pets won’t harm, mean a lot to people like me. Not asking for the pet to be tied up or shut in another room, but allowing it to be around its family’s guests, means a lot.

       I do not mean that each and every person coming to visit us fall in love with our dog and get him gifts, but, treating and accepting our dog as a part of our family would mean a lot to me. It would definitely earn them brownie points from me!

          

Happiness!

Happiness!

        
Happiness is childhood,
with Sundays on the beach,
building castles in the air,
      and, a few in the sand, too!
Where sun rays kissed 
the  tanned nose, 
and the waves — the muddy toes.
The ocean, the breeze,
the tiny pink shells…

Wish I could have 
a piece of that happiness!

50 words.
Linking this to the Fiction Challenge ‘From 15 to 50′
The BFF therapy.

The BFF therapy.

           Yesterday, I had the most fulfilling time in the past couple of months. I met my best friend. And as it goes with best friends, she is one with whom I can simply let my hair down, and also my guard! It is human nature to portray ourselves as someone we are, actually, not. But, there are some  people in our lives with whom there is no need, whatsoever, to hide beneath a mask. And, our best friends are the only people that come under this category. And because these people make my life beautiful, I simply had to write about them!
         There are two such girls who fall into the above category. One, with whom I have grown up, lives in the US of A. We HAVE to write to each other everyday. Our respective spouses wonder what it is that we so need to discuss on a daily basis. Although I am very grateful to Mr. Mark Zuckerberg for bringing the world closer, I rue the fact that I cannot meet Pri as often as we did when we were kids. You are being sorely missed, Pri. But, I am happy for you. Be where you are!!
        Pri and I became friends quite unknowingly. We belonged to the same group in our dance class for 5 years before we actually came to know each other!  But, it was our Arangetram that brought us into each other’s company. We hit it off from the word go! And, here we are today, 26 years later, comfortably ensconced in each other’s lives, with no way out!
         Pri can read me like the back of her hand. I don’t even need to open my mouth. One look ( when we used to meet earlier) and one word ( on FB messages ) and she knows my frame of mind. Well, not only my frame of mind, but also my contemplations, reach her faster than light! In spite of this, I know I need not be on guard. She accepts me the way I am — no judgements passed.
       Ditto with this other girl, B. Bubbly is what I have named her for her cheerful demeanour, even in the face of a crisis. We have known each other since the last 15 years. We, too, hit it off instantly. And, she may not know, but I feel so safe when she is around. Her stature belies her gutsy nature. Thankfully, she stays close by. Actually, not as close as I would like, but close nonetheless. And that is such a relief! We can talk about anything under the sun. Anything. Our chats are those ‘no-holds-barred’ kind. Not only when we meet, but also our telephonic conversations can be real mood-uplifters!
       Spending  time with both these girls can be rejuvenating. So much so, that after I returned home last night, I found that while cooking some thing, hubby, by mistake, had spoiled a vessel — burnt it completely. But, it had absolutely no effect on me! I told him to just chill and get another one. That’s all! Why spoil my gorgeous mood and my beautiful day? Such is the effect BFF therapy has on my mind. And, I am sure, it must be the case with everyone around!
       I have heard that people come into our lives and then go away, just like seasons. I have experienced it, too. I did make some wonderful friends, who, because of some reasons, are no longer in touch. But, this for a fact I do know, that whatever happens, wherever I go, these two girls will be always there, with me, by my side. They are like the Pole Star. Steady. In one place — my heart.
      I know, I could have expressed these feeling to them verbally. But then while doing so, I would sure have choked and that would have been too melodramatic! I don’t want to see tears in their eyes. I want to see their happy smiles. And, thus this post.
      I still am in a state of  buoyancy, thanks to yesterday’s rendezvous with Bubbly. Hope this state continues, undiminished!
      Babes, this post is just for you. You boost my morale, lift my mood, give me your shoulder when I need one  and give me tremendous happiness every time we have our  heart-to-heart chats.  I simply cannot imagine life without the two of you.
     Here’s to my favourite girls and to our reviving therapy!
    Love you lots! 
My guide.

My guide.

              It will soon be a year since I started writing.  That makes me just a year-old writer. An amateur. A secret I would like to share here, unabashedly. As I began to make my writing public, and as my friends began to praise me for my newly developed talent, I began to think of myself as some big shot writer! God, how I cringe at those memories! But, it has been my good fortune that I met a writer/blogger who brought me down to the ground and  changed  how I viewed my writing! And, it is solely because of this person that my writing underwent some drastic changes, or should I say improvements, for which I am ever so grateful to him! I happened to read a blog of another prolific writer wherein she mentioned her ‘mentor’ who, I guessed, had a lion’s share in refining her writing skills and I thought to myself that I, too, have a ‘mentor,’ a guide, who has been instrumental in fine-tuning my writing skills to a large extent. Of course, there is still a huge scope for improvement, no doubt, but I am sure I will be there, although not in his league, but somewhere nearby, for sure! Wishful thinking, eh?!
            And, thus, this post! Well, I had to thank him! 
             
             A tiny instance of my ignorance — I was in love with the ‘ellipses’, the three dots (…) that I would love using anywhere and everywhere, without knowing its actual use! My ‘guide’ pointed it out to me and how I was embarrassed! What a fool I had been! Out came my grammar book, which became my bible since then and opened my eyes to the blunders I had been committing! 
          
             We all need a critic who not only points out our flaws, but also helps in keeping our feet planted firmly to the ground, lest we make a complete fool of ourselves. And, I am so glad to have found just the person who pointed out my flaws, praised my writing if and only where needed and inspired me to  better myself and use the talent that I have been blessed with to the best of my ability.

             So, a big ‘thank you’ to you, my  dear friend, philosopher, guide! The journey has just begun, so this is not a farewell speech or anything of the sort. It is just something that  has been brewing inside my mind since quite some time. Thank you for your critiques and suggestions and also for your technical aid! What would I do without you?! 
The devil’s workshop.

The devil’s workshop.


This week’s word: Confusion.




             She parts the heavy curtains ever so slightly and peers through the darkened window-pane; is he out there trying to get a glimpse of her?

             Yes, there he is; that man with those creepy looking eyes  sits in the balcony facing her room and stares fixedly at her- leering, gawking, planning his next move.

             She lets out a scream and then flings open the curtain, showering him with an outburst of profanities, even as he now looks away and turns his back to her.

             Her heaving chest now trembles with fear and confusion; is he hiding and bidding his time till she is home alone?

             
             She now walks from room to room, rambling about all those wicked men out to get her, like  a pack of wolves trying to pounce on a hapless prey; the hallucinations  have snuffed the light out of her life, leaving behind a weathered bundle of skin and bones battling  the demons that play havoc with her frail mind.


[Lillie McFerrin Writes] Five Sentence Fiction – Confusion

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