Rain, fog and Sun

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In rain, these flowers looked magical.

In these past days when one after another, rain, fog and sun appeared, this week for me has become memorable.

On Monday evening, it rained.

Weather was so pleasant on that day that I who normally hate getting wet in rain, asked my niece to come and join me outside. 

A puddle was formed on street and I didn’t mind standing in it.

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Water found its way inside my sneakers and my socks got wet.

At that moment, I looked at my niece who was enjoying playing with leaf in water, she was considering it a boat.

On seeing that, I decided to enjoy the moment anyway and allowed water to find more ways to wet my socks.

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Reflection of trees in water on street looked beautiful.

Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday were cold and foggy days. They didn’t allow us to explore much outside.

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Even this Saturday morning there was fog in sky but later sun appeared with all its might.

Under the canopy of yellow shine, earth got warm and calm today.

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This is an outside view of library. While taking this picture, I inhaled the sweet fragrance of yellow flowers in air.

Sitting in a park observing shades of sunlight on grass, I thought how different facets of Mother Nature has successfully allowed themselves to fuse in a single week.

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When it rained, it was cool.

When there was fog, driving was difficult and today with the sprinkle of golden sunshine on earth, each and everything regained its lost vigour.

Divinity in its might is kind and diverse, It has many colors. If a certain day is dull than a next day can become fun.

Brilliant integration of fog, rain and sun has made this week beautiful for me.

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Even Jack and Jill while fetching water from well were also looking happy today.


Word of the day: Integrated

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Eating habits of birds in my home

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This black-rumped flameback is a guest of winter in my home.

Outside on the wall of my home, three clay pots are placed. Two out of three hold bird seeds while the third one which is placed right in front of kitchen window remains full of food which comes straight from stove.

With the exception of doves and pigeons; myneahs, starlings, sparrows, crows and bulbul all love to eat bread.

Rice is a favorite staple food of birds and it has become a common norm in home that whatever is cooking in the form of rice, before going to dining table, first goes straight outside in that pot above the wall.

Glass of the windows are such that we can observe the birds outside but a bird sitting near the window is only able to see its reflection in it.

It happens that whenever food gets finish, birds make different types of sounds.

With time we have learned to discern these voices.

When hungry, they make short sounds. When need help from cat, they sound excited and their voices are shrill. When they like food, their sound is soft and happy.

At times, they come near the kitchen window and look inside as if they’re in search of extinct food.

Crows and Starlings waste bread and seeds but squirrels are careful to pick every tiny bit of food from floor and wall.

Watching squirrels eating food is a delightful experience.

When they’re eating, sometimes they put one foot in pot while their other foot is down on the wall and in such funny pose, they like to eat with great attention.

These last days of January are cold and foggy.

Birds are finding little to no food and they’re coming in large number to eat. So, it happens that when I put crush bread slices outside, the pot gets empty in no time.


This post is in response to RDP Saturday: Extinct

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My brother

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Thank you Dorothy for this lovely picture

December 2, 1997

Today, Alen woke me up early. He knew well that I slept late in night but all he care about is discipline in life.

At times, he’s bossy but mother is always on his side and has given him every right to bring discipline in my life.

How could a big brother be so ruthless in waking his younger brother for a bicycle ride and that too seven in the morning?

I read somewhere that a child’s prayer is readily heard. God please help and take my brother away from me, he’s strict and I want freedom in my life…”

August 9, 2017

I just saw an old note in diary. Twenty years ago, I didn’t know the importance of Allen in my life and today when I bid him farewell, I realized his importace in my life.

Alen was my big brother, he was my friend but more than anything else he was the son of soil.

Thank you Alen for making me what I am today

May you Rest in peace bro

(174 words)

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The above story is in response to flash fiction for aspiring writers hosted by PricelessJoy.

Fate & stars

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Putting blame on fate
I found problems in others
I remained but blind,
Time was cruel to tell me late
Fault was never with my stars.


This post is in response to Colleen’s Weekly #Tanka #Poetry Prompt Challenge #10 – FATE & STARS by COLLEEN CHESEBRO.

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Apple-pie order

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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.


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.

 

Thanks and beginning

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Each day is a hope
In every morning there is scope
When duties become tough
Early morning sun gives me strength
I feel blessed to start new day.


This post is in response to Colleen’s Weekly #Tanka #Poetry Prompt Challenge #9 – THANKS & BEGINNINGS.

Thanks reminds me of being blessed and for me beginning is a fresh start, I’ve used new for the word beginning here.