Apple-pie order

photo by Baher Khairy via Unsplash

When I opened the door of my room, I saw my three year and four year daughters were looking afraid.

I followed their gaze and on seeing the crumpled bed sheet, I smiled.

Later, when I joined my daughters in their adventure of jumping on my bed, they were amazed but I knew that it was necessary for I learned that things place in apple-pie order appear nice to eyes but at times too much order can makes it difficult to breath.

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It’s been a while that I read some research on the importance of a bit of clutter in life. I too like to keep things in order but I’ve also noticed that too much obsession for neatness and order can make life really tough.

Above three lines are not directly link to the picture but in the morning when I was thinking to write some post on this topic, I though of nothing but the word apple-pie order.

This post is in response to Three Line Tales, Week Forty-Four by Sonya.

 

My lighthouse

On my way back to home, I was worried and I was tense, yet I smiled the moment I saw that bright face boy.

I know when sunlight fades, darkness emerges, it is part of nature; we can’t change it but the thing which could be changed is the way we look towards life and I feel no shame in admitting that a ten-year-old boy has recently taught me this lesson.

I’m happy and I admit that the image of that boy on wheel-chair would always act as a light-house in my life.

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This post is in response to Three Line Tales, Week Thirty-Eight by Sonya. The photo for this challenge is provided by William Bout.

 

 

 

An excerpt for his will

I’m seventy and when I’ve lived life to its fullest, people consider me lucky but I think myself an unfortunate person who despite having loved ones in life never tried to own them.

Today, when I’m losing my strength, I can hear the voice of my father who was aware of my feelings of displeasure which I always possessed for my aunts and uncles and explaining the importance of relations in life he once gave me an example

He had said,

“Ever noticed animals? They preferred to remain in herd!”

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This post is in response to Three Line Tales, Week Thirty-Five by Sonya. This magical photo prompt is courtesy to  Rebecca Johnston.

God knows better

1996:

Down in a street, eyeing a yellow car, I wished to drive it.

2006:

Walking under a sizzling heat of June’s sun, I though to get a car.

2016:

I dreamt of a car and got cars for myself. True, we make plans but God’s plans are best.

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This post is in response to Three Lines Tales by Sonya. Image courtesy Wolf Schram.

With four lines this is my three lines tale 🙂

My story in three lines

For a long time, he remained disappeared and when I was sure that I had lost him, he suddenly came back in my life. For me time seemed to stop and only when he fell into my arms, I realized it was not a dream.

I wanted to capture the moment and holding my long lost son, I froze the time.

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This post is in response to  Three Line Tales week thirty by Sonya. Photo prompt by  Rachel Crowe.

Trust

In life sometimes a slight drizzle can obscure one’s vision but what is more important is a fact that in this journey mere feeling of suspicion could also result in parting of ways.

I never wanted my younger sister to repeat the mistake and today when she got married, she asked my advice and I replied

“Remember if ever there’s a key to successful marriage then it’s only trust..”

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This post is a response to Three Line Tales, Week Eighteen by Sonya.

Photo by Wilson Lau

 

Lemonade story

Our school was not far and a walk back to home was not more than five minutes but when it was hot, it felt the distance would never end, and only the idea of drinking cold lemonade would give us much needed strength.

Today when so much has changed, the heat wave of summer season remained same and this morning while buying vegetables, I also bought some fresh lemons and thinking about sweet and sour memories of my childhood, I smiled.

I’m a mother of two and my mom was a mother of seven, she was strict but in the scorching heat of June’s sun the way she prepared lemonade showed her love for her kids.

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This post is a response to Three Line Tales, Week Fifteen by SONYA author of the blog Only 100 Words.

TLT photo prompt by Erol Ahmed

 

 

Purpose of Life

In school he was ready to fight for his brothers and at home he was always willing to share his things with them. Such was his compassionate nature that didn’t allow him to see me sad and the day I asked him to join his father’s business, he cried for disobeying me.

I thought I knew him well but it’s only been a day that I came to understand the purpose of his life.While receiving the folded flag, I was told that his plane was flying above the school and in order to save lives, my son never ejected.

It’s still okay

Dearest Ava,

This is a cold winter day and while my fingers are busy in writing, my mind is strolling in that street.The cloudy sky of that evening is still fresh in my mind.

I and you, we were just two there. That was the last day of our university and while walking on that street, I had said that no matter what I would never get married and you in your calm voice had replied that sooner or later I would change my perception and here I confess that I was wrong.

I agree that marriage is the most beautiful relationship and never before I had imagined that life could be so full of colors.

Sharp and bright, soft and light this is now how I defines life and when everyone complains that December sun is getting lazy, I believe #it’sStillOkay.

Happy wedding anniversary to my beautiful wife

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Prakash Hegade author of blog Its PH nominated me for this challenge.

The task is to write a
paragraph/phrase/one-liner/poem/story/haiku/photograph/anything-else
which ends with the #ItsStillOkay and marks a perfect end to it!

Here are the rules:
1. Copy the logo and description
2. Write your perspective for #ItsStillOkay
3. Spread the challenge by keeping open nomination or by nominating at-least five fellow bloggers.

I like this idea of writing and if you’re interested than please feel free to participate. After all it’s all about being creative.

A Perfect Gift

She wanted to find the perfect gift to express how she truly felt about her mother.

She looked for some dress and then for some jewelry but soon dropped the idea, for she remembered that her mother preferred to remain simple and when she parked a car in front of a book store, she thought to buy a book but didn’t enter in a book shop, for there were already a great number of them at home.

It was getting late and she was desperately looking for some gift when on seeing something, her eyes sparkled and a smile appeared on her face.

On that evening after cutting a cake,both mother and daughter stayed up till late at night. The smell of fresh roses filled the room as holding the hand of her mother she enjoyed listening her talking.

Earlier in the day, when she was looking for some gift, she saw a  woman who was enjoying listening to the chattering of her child.

At that moment, she realized that all her mother wanted was but her time.

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WRITE NOW PROMPT FOR DECEMBER 1, 2015

Today’s Prompt:

She wanted to find the perfect gift to express how she truly felt about her mother.