Imagination

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When I was young, we for some time lived in a home where there was a small neat garden.

I liked doing cycling in sunlit court-yard of that home.

There was enough space in a house for playing but my favorite spot was in the garden.

In the evening, I would take my kitchen toy set with me and after plucking some leaves, I loved to make my own very food under the green shady leaves of tree.

Child as I was, I imagined my cooking pots were real. Those were the days when I considered real world was fake.

With the passage of time my perspective has changed. Today, I know that real world is not fake but my belief has become more strengthen in a fact that with little bit of effort, I can re-create my life from my imagination.

This past Sunday, I was under weather and for some change decided to go outside with family. Once in a car, I observed street ahead, it was all covered with fallen leaves. I thought of changing season and imagined that fallen leaves were my own past days which I had left behind only to move forward. This very thought gave me such strength that I found myself quite energetic during rest of my day.

After all Roald Dahl is never wrong when he writes

“And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don’t believe in magic will never find it.”

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Apple-pie order

three line tales week 44: six macarons

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.


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

photo by William Bout – here's a bigger version

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.


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

 

 

 

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

 

An excerpt for his will

three line tales week 35; deer at sunset

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!”


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

three line tales, week 34: yellow car in Havana

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.


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

With four lines this is my three lines tale 🙂

Life moves on

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Life is about moving forward

It seems tough, but it’s all about looking straight-forward.

Friends in life are strength

Energy, power and our force.

 

Motion is life, staying is death

Opening mind to opportunities is our test .

Vacate the center

Embrace the change

Success is in your range.

 

Open the window and welcome the light

Nature is one which requires your time.


Day 3: Acrostic Poem

Immortal love

Stories are on streets, stories are on leaves but my story is different, it’s been weaved in yarn sweater. Thirty years ago, my grandma made it for me and today when my daughter wore it, it was still looking new.

Never before in my life, I had ever realized but it’s true that at times, tales of love and care become immortal.


This post is in response to Three Line Tales, Week Thirty-Three by SonyaThe photo is a courtesy to Philip Estrada.