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The sun shone on the majestic haveli belonging to the richest man in town - Ranjitsingh Rathore,  owner of the hugely successful Rathore Ispat.  The massive structure struck every passer-by with its opulence and its regal aura. According to the locals, the richness of the haveli left you spellbound each time you lay eyes on it; whether once or a hundred times in a day, you were bound to be left hypnotised by the grandiose facade. People who worked there as butlers, chauffeurs et al, regaled the outsiders with stories of the royalty that resided within the diamond bedecked walls. No, not exactly diamond-bedecked, but, bling-y, for sure!
           The  three storeyed haveli stood in the centre of a huge, lush green estate, which boasted of an exotic flora flown in from all round the world, as were the  artefacts within the gilded walls. The furniture, the upholstery, even the crockery and the cutlery screamed "elegance"! And, the fabric that covered the inhabitant…

The motherhood challenge.

A  few days ago, a dear friend of mine wrote a touching post disapproving the 'motherhood challenge' that has been going viral on Facebook. Motherhood challenge is all about women posting pictures with their children and tagging other women, who according to them, are 'awesome mothers'. But, my friend felt that by adding the words challenge and dare,  they were drawing a divide between themselves and others who weren't blessed enough.  I was touched by her views that defended women who might feel marginalised by such a challenge, although that might not be the motive behind it at all.
          Wonder how many women would feel the way my friend did! How many of the 'blessed ones' try and understand that behind such decisions might lie a reason, a helplessness that gives a woman endless pain? We haven't chosen to stay childless because of a lack of fondness for children. There were reasons and circumstances that stood in the way of us holdin…

Friday Fictioneers. Fate.

100 words.        

      The Colonel's beloved cottage lay in ruins. They said a fire caused it, though, what caused the fire  was a mystery. Some blamed his old servant's forgetfulness, and some, the chain -smoking owner.
      None suspected any foul play. How could they? He had served the nation, after all. His character was spotless.  And his home was his pride!
    "Poor man lost his wife in the fire!  Ah, cruel fate!"  they clucked sympathetically.

      "The bitch deserved it!  Canoodling with every officer who reported to me! Wonder who those bastard kids belong to!" the army man muttered as he watched from afar.

The GM and I.

S:    You know,   I would never do this. 

GM:  Yes, I know. But, if I don't exert such pressure,  you will never try to better yourself. 
                  The sloth residing within you needs to be thrown out, lest you suffer in its torpidity!

S:     But, this will require efforts...!

GM:   Yes,  the kind you seldom put in!

           S:      Ohh! You tormentor! You...!

GM:   But, it's  for your benefit, sweetie!

S:   Oh, well, I guess I will do it, but only  for myself. My skills need it, so does my mind.  I don't intend to impress you, or let you indulge in self-pride for getting me to toe the line. 

GM:  There's my good girl! So proud of you!

S: Yes, yes, your good girl! Now, stop chuckling, will you?!

*The above dialogue is an imaginary one between  S (me)  and GM  (God Mother - Shailaja), who suggested this prompt of writing a post of 100 words without using the letter 'a'. I  was rather apprehensive as it seemed pretty tough to write without using the m…