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Anu's wish.

Your post has to revolve around the word Magic! What does it mean to you? What is it that is magical according to you? Blog about it now 

The following story is part fact, part fiction and is a distant childhood memory.

       It was the festival of Ganeshotsav. Ganpati Bappa had made a grand entry in many homes. Little Anu and her friends thronged every house where their favourite deity was the most awaited guest, to sing songs and partake of the tasty modaks lovingly prepared for Him.        Anu loved and adored Bappa. "He is my Santa Claus. Whatever I ask Him, He gives it to me...just like that!" she chirped, snapping her fingers.  "Last year I wanted a new school bag. So, I just whispered it into his ears during the aarti. And, guess what? When I woke up the next morning, there on my bed was a brand new bag in pink colour! Just like magic! Bappa knows my favourite colour, too!" she beamed happily at the memory.     This year, for Ganeshotsav, Mrs. Joshi, their …

Password puzzles.

Your post has to revolve around everything that came to your mind when you had to create your first ever password!




            A couple of years back, after a lot of prodding from friends and cousins, I decided to get onto the social media bandwagon. Yes, I am the eternal late bloomer, and thus, a late entrant onto the Facebook scenario. The startled look, combined with  ridicule, on the faces of all and sundry on finding that I lacked any 'social' status, strengthened my resolve to be a part of the social fraternity.  I would open ( is that the correct word?! ) a Facebook account with the help of my bro. Well, you see, I am not very tech-savvy. I so wish I was born in the stone age! Anyway, so, with the help of my very (im)patient brother, I stationed myself in front of the comp, all set to get onto the stage.
              The username was typed in with much  pomp and glory! And then, bro turned to me and asked, "Now, what is your password?"
              The word …

INDU...

She lost her mother when she herself was but a little girl- and that was just the beginning of her ordeal!

         Her life was riddled with trials and tribulations. But, she braved all odds to emerge a winner- a respected teacher, a devoted wife and a perfect, loving mother...this, in spite of the absence of an ideal to emulate!

        My anchor in troubled times, my best friend during the loneliest of moments, my guiding star when I fumbled in the dark to    make my way in this world, my soul mate and the best gift from God...my MOM!

        Just one fact I rue...I can never emulate my ideal...even in my dreams...I would fail miserably!

This time we’re having at a mother’s day special! Your post must contain the word MOM and you have just 5 sentences to complete your story.

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

The rain.

It rains......it pours,
it pours memories
of the distant past
that come to haunt me...
every time it rains......

It rained the day
our eyes first met
and our love overflowed
drenching us to the bone.

Do you remember
the thunder?
Or was that our heartbeat?
So loud--
  it shook me all over!

Do you remember
the promises we made
of spending
every living moment
entwined in each other's arms?

It rained that day
when I waited for you
at the alter,
with dreams in my eyes
and hope in my heart.

The minutes ticked by
and so did the hours,
my eyes searched every street
that lead to my heart.
But, in vain!

It rained the day
you breathed your last
and left me all alone
to live-- to survive
on the memories of our past!

And, I have lived
and survived.
I smiled through my tears
for, deep inside
I was all broken.

And, now I wait,
wait for the day
when we will be one.
if not here on earth,
then in heaven.





An appeal to our benefactor.

Salutations, Your Highness!

            I hope my letter finds you in the best of your brightness! I am sure it will...you ARE at your brightest these days! Dear God, it has been a while since I wrote to you. A few months ago I did send you a request letter praying for an increase in your intensity during the winter to keep us warm. Remember? Yes, that was me, back then. And here I am, all over again, with a new prayer. Yes, we humans are such...never satisfied with anything in life.
          Actually, if I could, I surely would have come over personally with my problems. But, I would never be able to withstand the sheer magnitude of your personality, my Lord! I would stand to turn 10 shades ( or more ) darker, which is unthinkable! It is the age of the fair and the lovely and 'dark' is not considered a beauty here. Anyway, without further ado ( or anymore of that shallow talk ), let me get down to business. Oops! Forgive the attitude, Lord! What I meant was, let me get down…