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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A note in diary

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My dreams of getting married to a prince charming got shattered the day when my quiet nature husband entered in my life. I was young and in those early days of my marriage being lively, I was expecting him to show same kind of emotions but when he didn’t speak much, it made me angry. In those moments of my severe anger, he would simply smile and preferred to read books in his library.

With the passage of time; I started developing feelings of hatred for his books. To this day, I can’t believe how could I thought in that way but on that morning when I entered in library with the aim to hide his books, I saw his diary was placed on desk. I knew it was wrong but curiosity engulfed my mind and with the strange feelings of discovering an unknown land, I started reading his diary.

Previous night, he was writing

“Anna, my love of life is young and naïve. I don’t know what sort of love is this but I like her more when she fights with me. I don’t know how to express but I love her a lot…”

As my lips curled in a smile, a tear fell from my eye.

It’s been a while and today I know life is not a fairy-tale. Brian is still a man of quite nature but I don’t complain much for I know if he cares about me then he sure loves me.


This post is in response to Sunday Photo Fiction – October 9th 2016 by Sunday Fiction

 

Magical land

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That land of kind people is surrounded by misty mountains but despite being covered by foggy clouds, the people there are learned and informed.

Once, I got a chance to visit that place. I found that the flowery meadows and the lush green fields covered every inch of that land. The beautiful winding streets were covered with the dense green trees. The leaves of the trees were thick and they formed a canopy which provided passersby with shade against the sweltering heat.

That land is known for its large number of libraries. Walking into one such library, I found the people were absorbed in reading.There was a silence and only sound audible was that of the scribbling of pen on paper.

There prevailed an atmosphere of peacefulness. Outside, the green leaves were trying to filter the warmth of sunshine and the shimmering rays of a distant sun were coming dancing through the windows.

I looked at the librarian. That old woman with her wrinkled skin was in her late sixties. I walked towards her and asked her about the book of descriptive writing. She looked up and smiled and adjusting her glasses, she coughed and said, “You’ll find it there on the left side of that shelf.”

Thanking her I moved towards the shelf when I heard her voice. She was saying, “Don’t forget to write something about us.”

I smiled back.

I had no doubt that the woman was wise enough to recognize me as a writer.

Without the description of their houses, this post would not do justice to those kind people.

The people of that magical land keep their houses clean. They grew a variety of flowers in their gardens and the windows of their bedrooms opened in their gardens. So, in the morning when the sunshine falls on the petals, the sweet fragrance escapes and gently strokes the hair of a sound sleeper.

The softness of their touch is so fascinating that a person wastes no time in leaving his bed.

Dear Reader, the people of that land of mesmerizing beauty took a great care of their neighbors. In the evening, when the sky is blue and the soft breeze is blowing, it’s a ritual that neighbors arrange a get together. So, before sun set, the toasty nutty aroma of chocolate cake spreads in their streets and one could see the fairies of mirth and happiness dancing in their backyards.

I remained there for some time and before returning I asked a wizened man how one could find his way to their land. I saw something sparkled in his eyes. Next moment, he smiled and said, “You only need to have a pure heart to find this land of peace and beauty.”

I returned with the promise of writing about them. It was a heartfelt experience and this was the story of my visit to that far away land which lies hidden among those misty mountains.

 

Story: The dark magic

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Down the hallway, the grandfather clock chimed and adds fear to the night.

In the library, time flew, as she frantically searched for the magical spell.

She knew it was her last opportunity, but as she looked at the endless rows of books, she felt helpless. She approached a window, and when she looked down in the garden, she got terrified.

It was there!

The shadow was there in the garden, yet she didn’t have a spell to ward it off. Hands trembling, she raced towards the bookshelf and immediately began looking for the magical book.

Then a staircase jolted from heavy footsteps.

The jolt jarred loose the books from her hands, and when she leaned down to pick them up, she sensed someone behind the door. Mouth dried and hands still trembling, she noticed the worn pages of the book…the magical spell was lying there in front of her eyes.

She started to recite while watching the door now turn. Whoever was behind the door wanted to come.

“Abdubia.Adadadoodi Skippadoodi.Afa afca Nostra…” , she read aloud while shaking with fear.

Suddenly, the door flung open and she closed her eyes.

“What the hell is going on here? Its way past midnight and you are still up?”  she opened her eyes. It was just her mother.

“Sorry mom I was writing my story”, she explained.

“Enough! I’m sick of this nonsense. My goodness, you are supposed to wake up for school in the morning and you are only writing this useless stuff. I need to talk to your father about you”, she yelled.

She tucked her in the blanket and turned the light off. And, as she heard the receding footsteps of her mother, she got up from her bed.

How could she sleep without completing her story?

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Rewarded again!!!

The daily reads and writes on Its PH blog is a wonderful place to visit. I’m very glad that Prakash Hegade has nominated me for Liebster award. If you are not following his blog then please take some time and visit it. You’ll definitely enjoy his posts.

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1. What is your nickname? How proud of it are you?

No nickname exists and I’m proud of it 🙂

2. Which is your favorite city and why?

No second thought. The city of gardens.It’s Lahore 🙂

3. Which is your favorite food that you would like to cook yourself and eat? and tell                 everyone about it.

I’m good at making breakfast and I feel happy when my family enjoy eating it 🙂

4. Given an opportunity, whom would you like to interview?

Well, I haven’t thought about it 🙂

5. Write a sentence with no vowels in it. Give a try. If not possible, write a four line poem on vowels.

Why? sly? wry? All I could think of are these words

My conclusion:(Vowels are important so please don’t omit them:)  )

6. What is your idea of surprise birthday treat?

Definitely, a great family gathering:) there is nothing more beautiful than the family!

7. Which one is your favorite movie that you would like to watch when its raining heavily and your are with hot snacks and coffee?

Oh… “Narnia, the lion, the witch and the wardrobe”. I like that fantasy land and the strong bond between the siblings. I simply love that tale 🙂

8. How do yo imagine your dream home to be? Does it have pets? which ones? A pond?       what else?

No, pets! but lots of books. I wish I could have my own library 🙂

9. Life, for you in two sentences. It is a shit? or a shift?

Life is beautiful and a great gift from Allah Almighty. It’s all about shifting of events!

10. With whatever may concern, when do you like? when do you comment?

I read posts very attentively and then try to like or comment. Good feelings release positive energy so I make it sure that I’m in good mood while I like or make any comment 🙂

Infinity Dreams Award

My dear friends arfanazeer and RANDOMBYTES are very kind in rewarding me with this reward. I strongly recommend you all to visit their blogs. It’ll be a worth a visit.

Some facts!

1. Life needs some recreation so, I like to watch English movies in my free time.

2. No matter what family is important. I like to spend time with my niece and my younger       sister.

3. Hmm.. not a pet lover and hate cats but birds are fine.

4. Books are my best friend. I like to read books in my free time.

I have noticed that most of the blog that I have been following are already nominated and some of them are an award-free blogs.

So, I’m going to break the rule here:)

These awards are dedicated to you all. Thank you for your kind support and presence here 🙂
Keep blogging and have fun!!!

Lahore: The city of Lively hearts

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It’s a human nature that he loves and admires the place where he lives. It seems strange but it’s true that the man often appears unaware of this fact in his life.

Last year I visited my sister who lives in another city. It so happened that after five days I started to feel “home sick” and at that very moment I realized that I was actually missing my very own city of “lively hearts”.

Lahore is my city and I had spent my whole childhood here. Lahore is often known as a city of beautiful gardens and colleges.

I personally admires the semi arid climate of my city. So, the scorching sun of July always fills my heart with the warmth of happiness. It is a month in which temperature rises above 40 degree Celsius. This rise in temperature provides “Lahoris” with an excellent opportunity of enjoying their evenings in swimming. Mangoes, watermelon and Grewia Asiatica are among some of the summer fruits which provide some relief from the sweltering summer.

Lahore is a city of lively people. “Lahoris” are popular because of their nature of enjoying each and every moment of their lives. They love to eat and the city is known for its delicious “Lahori cuisine”.

This is only a bird’s eye view of my beautiful city. My people are “amazing” and this city is “worth visiting”.

Dear reader, thank you for taking a virtual tour of my city.

God Bless you!

(image courtesy: Google image and Wikipedia)