Granny: my Fairy godmother

On hearing that she looked like a pink rose, Granny would smile her trade-mark smile.

She loved to remain active and when other women spend their time in gossiping, Granny preferred to remain in kitchen.

Those were some interesting circumstances in which our first interaction took place.  After two weeks of my marriage, my husband called me from office and told me that he was bringing some guests for dinner. I was inexperienced in cooking and on receiving that news, I started crying. Granny lived next to my house, and on hearing me crying like a child, she at once took responsibility of preparing dinner for me.

I remember, everything in her home was clean and it won’t be an exaggeration if I’ll write that her kitchen was sparkling. I saw her pantry and comparing it with my own at home, I felt ashamed of myself. Milk, spices, nuts and boxes were placed in such an order that even a blind person could find them easily. On that day, I not only learned how to cook but I also learned the importance of keeping things in order.

It’s been a while and these days when Granny is ill, I’m not only sending her flowers but also sending her this picture of my pantry.

I know, on receiving these gifts she would smile her trade-mark smile.


This post is in response to FFfAW Challenge – Week of October 11, 2016 by Priceless JoyThanks Maria for providing this beautiful image.

Selfless- service

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Ours was a group in class, who never showed interest in studies and the day our teacher’s daughter died, imagining a day-off from Mathematics we took a sigh of relief but when we were busy in chatting and enjoying ourselves, the classroom door opened and the weary face of our teacher appeared.

On that day he was coming straight from graveyard and when one of his colleagues asked him to take a leave; he broke into tears and said,

“Perhaps this act of mine would make God happy and He’ll make home for my daughter in Paradise.”


(Above story is an inspiration from a real life event which I read in a book of a civil servant.)

This post is in response to Three Line Tales, Week Thirty-Six by SONYA. Picture for this week’s challenge is provided by  Mike Wilson.

 

My story in three lines

three line tales, week 30 – pocket watch

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.


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

Trust

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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

 

Day 1: Quote Challenge (Gifted Hands)

Gifted hands

Success is determined not by whether or not you face obstacles, but by your reaction to them. And if you look at these obstacles as a containing fence, they become your excuse for failure. If you look at them as a hurdle, each one strengthens you for the next”

Back in 2011 was the first time that I heard about the movie adaption of this book and the day I watched the movie, I started looking for its book. I left no book store but unfortunately couldn’t find it. In these past five years the burning desire of reading this book never faded.

It so happened that the other day was my birthday and when I opened my gift I couldn’t believe my eyes. The book of “Ben Carson” was smiling at me.

Indeed, the most surprising and the most precious gift I have ever got is this book. So, this weekend saw me reading this book. At one time my sister literally got angry. For, she needed help in the kitchen and I was so immersed in reading that I literally ignored her.

After, giving such a long background I feel myself compelled to share some of the facts about this book. If you haven’t read this book then find some time to read this beautiful piece of autobiography. This is a story of a ghetto kid of Detroit who despite of all the difficulties in his life managed to become the famous neurosurgeon of the world. Reading this makes you feel a part of this story. This has been written in such an honest way that you’ll find it really hard to get yourself detach from this narrative.

I specifically like reading the opening letter of Ben’s mother. The uneducated lady who knows the importance of education often quotes a poem “Yourself to blame” to her boys.

She says

I often quote one line in particular to them: “You’re the captain of your ship”…

The wise and intelligent mother successfully instills the love for books in her kids. At one occasion Carson writes

By reading so much, my vocabulary automatically improved along with my comprehension”

That self-confidence helps boys in achieving their goals in life. Carson became a doctor and his brother became an Engineer. Ben Carson never forgets to mention some of his case histories. They’re inspirational and dramatic to read. The world famous case of first successful operation of conjoined twins is the story of a great team work.

The flow of the book is superb. The writing is easy and interesting to read. I don’t know if it was only me but while reading it I experienced mixed emotions. I cried, I laughed and I felt a sensation down my spine. And, the moment I reached the last page of the book, I was shocked. I couldn’t believe but the book has already ended.

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Many thanks to Deb author of the blog “Once upon a hot flash” for nominating me for this challenge.

This is my second time that I’m participating in this challenge. I’d like to keep nominations open. So, if you’re interested than you’re most welcome to participate 🙂

It’s still okay

Reading a letter

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.

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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

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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.

Hope in Despair

132 11 November 29th 2015

The continuous search left him tired. He was looking for some green spot but everything seemed to be hidden behind the misty cloak.

The smog covered the road and in such helpless condition; a silent prayer emerged from his doleful heart and next moment his thirsty eyes found that spot.

Kneeling on ground, child was busy in digging a plant when he felt something fell on ground.

It was a bird.

He took the bird in his hands and tried to feel the presence of life but bird didn’t move.

Then, softly and gently, he placed it on the ground where little leaves of freshly planted tree silently cried for that deceased bird and moment the yellow sunshine fell on ground, boy saw an unusual scene.

Later, no one believed but the boy was sure that lying under the shade of green leaves, the bird smiled for a last time.

 

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plat trees
In the wake of pollution, planting trees is our only hope

This post is a response to Sunday Photo Fiction hosted by Alistair Forbes.

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