The Wedding “Ring”

 My entry for the Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (FFfAW) of the week’s here, and it’s a wedding!unnamedPicture Credits~ PricelessJoy

It was the morning of the wedding. Dressed in his new tuxedo, stood Robbie. With his brow breaking a sweat & an incessant tapping of his shoes, he waited anxiously. Today was the day.

He’d longed for this day, yet had the jitters of how he would keep up his end of the task. He wouldn’t have known what to do if he were the groom today. Lucky for him, Robbie was just a 3-year-old who had been assigned as the ‘ring-bearer’. What that meant- he had no idea, and when he stood facing the church bell, his heart suddenly dropped. Turning to his mother, he said, “Mommy, why does Aunt Jo want me to carry such a hugeee ring to her wedding? Because I think it’s well and good in its place!” indicating the church bell.

Fortunately for Robbie, he’d mistaken the bell for a ‘ring’ owing to the uncanny resemblance between the word ‘ring’ and the sound of the bell!

The day was a fine one, both for the happily-married and little Robbie.

Being Sick 101

To all those who needs expert advice on recovering from a fever or rhinopha- AACHOO. Aryngitis. Excuse me. Common cold, is what I meant. *grabs ten more tissues*


When your body ceases to be physically capable of doing your daily routine, you know something’s wrong. When you feel the same kind of incapability spreading to your head, you’ll need to lay back and read further.

I’m professor Down-With-A-Fever and we’re going to run through the conceptualizations of how real the struggle is of having to sneeze a dozen times a minute, hence running out of tissues and being able to survive the endless and splitting headaches with adroitness.

Shall we?

Now, mastering the art of making yourself being sick a little fun, is simple in a twisted manner.
Remember, no common cold is too common to neglect!

First, jog your memory and try to remember what that medication your expert of a mom had once told you to take and you’d hardly listened. After finding the stash and taking one of those, all you’ve got to do is position yourself in a way that rests your head in a peaceful manner and gives your entire body space to breathe. Then, relax your eyelids and let them droop down in their own pace. You’ll find yourself in a state of eternal bliss, with the continuous dosage of which you’ll get better with no high ended medications whatsoever. If you have to know, this remedy’s name is ‘LotsOfSleep’ in the medicine language.

This first lesson usually does the trick and is an absolute charm of being a quick, effective and economic way to being less sick in a jiffy.

The generic all purpose tablets meant for curing ‘headaches, stomach aches, common cold, ear aches, nausea, dizziness, and cough’ of which the advertisement narrating person accidentally and absolutely forgets to mention all the detrimental side effects in the long term of? Let’s keep that as plan B.

Additional happiness and well being can be brought through books/TV until your eyes start to strain after which you should most definitely stop, however tempting it may be to finish just that one chapter or episode, which would eventually turn into that one book or season!

A hot bowl of soup is a high recommendation, whichever one may suit you. Nah, chicken soup is really the best. Vegetarians, you’re definitely missing out on the big things in life. Just kidding. Way to a healthy lifestyle! Leave taking care of keeping check on the poultry’s population and eventually the ecological balance to us.

Tell all your loved ones about how sick you are and whine about it to the point where there’s just you on the receiving side of the love exchange.

Cuddle up in bed with your favourite blanket and your sweater on, putting out just one leg because you can never decide if it’s too hot or too cold.

Finally, give it time! Your immune system and metabolism probably had had a bad day. They’ll be back on track sooner than you think. =)

The Memorial

This is my first entry to the Flash fiction for Aspiring Writers program. This week’s photo prompt is supplied by Dawn M. Miller, based on which we were asked to write a 150 word story. Here it goes!


My mother was the most amazing person.

We only had each other- to take care of, to play with, to learn with, and to live with.

She never took me to the extents of me seeing the extremities of being homeless, considering how utterly homeless we were. In fact, even when I was 6 and could spell pretty well, she didn’t allow the word ‘homeless’ get into my mental lexicon. She’d take me to innumerable places, just to give me a sense of a home.

My mother’s notion was that a house needn’t have doors and windows to be called a home. All it needed was space to love and live, air to take in the love and life, and companions to share all that with.

With that, I, Roger Mason, Mayor of Park Avenue, inaugurate this memorial Garden in memory of my beloved mother and what a home truly means. Any citizen in dire need of accommodation will be helped with the launch of our special program for the same.

Toward a better future!

*cuts ribbon*


Keep On Keeping On: Theory #001

I come up with a lot of theories pertaining to life. Before you knock on my door to burst my bubble, I’ll let you know that I am aware I’m no philosopher. But I am human, and every human, living or trying to live has his/her own notion of how they do what they do & how the world reacts and responds. This is my take on the same.
A lot of times in my relatively short, yet growing life, I’ve felt lost. After a lot of time of being unaware of where to go, I trudge and finally strut along further because the only way out from my troubles I see is to go on. By going further, whether or not in the right direction, (if there is one! another unanswered question) we would be spanning the long journey ahead of us. Laying camp at a spot, not willing to move due to being directionless is pretty pointless. You’ll find countless passers-by with enormous information, if not wise, then a bit different from yours. Maybe that’ll help set you back on track. Otherwise you could believe and trust your instincts. If there’s even a little part of you that says I can get up to go for the rest of my life, then you should let it take control. It might not be smooth sailing immediately, but it would be sailing. That in itself is tremendous progress.
You’ve got keep on going forward.
You’ve got to keep on going.
You’ve got to think forward.
You have got to keep on keeping on.


Life is very similar to a mystery story. You may be leading yourself down a path, oblivious of your surroundings or just be seeing a fraction of it otherwise. Some things you might be certain and some you might not. But some day down the road, it’ll hit you. You’ll realise how clearly, yet cleverly obvious it was in a baffling manner. However, you’ll realise that it wouldn’t have been as much fun as it was if you knew then. If not fun, it would’ve been way different in the least- favourable, or not.
After all, what’s a good mystery tale when you know where the traps are and who the culprit is?

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An L Board

If you’ve ever been a beginner at driving or if you have ever simply stepped outside to observe a busy road, you sure would’ve come across an L board.

Needless to say, the L corresponds to the driver who is a learner, thus functioning to let the learner’s fellow drivers know that they’re new to driving without knocking something down or almost running over the alley cats.

It’s a heads up to all those on the road to give the learner the little space they need to fiddle about, stumble, and wobble to finally get the hang of driving a four wheeled gizmo on a street full of its comrades.

What if all of us started wearing L boards wherever it suited right?

New at your job and still quite haven’t gotten the rhythm of the work you do? Hang an L board which says ‘new here’ at your desk.

Can’t wake up early in the morning like your mother wants you to? Put on an L board that says ‘early to bed, trying to be early to rise’.

Still learning to perfect a language? Put on an L board that goes, ‘I know only a little of (insert language here)’ and leave the rest to the L, which will let the native speaker know what you’re trying to convey.

At least then there’d be on less impatient, boss, co-worker, mom, stranger-on-the-road.

You don’t see people wearing these boards in real life- metaphorically, or otherwise. Maybe it’s because no one in this world wants to show off their liabilities. But perhaps, wearing an L board and later when you take it off, showing the world that you are now better at going at it than ever, might be much more gratifying that not wearing one at all.
Be open to learning, be open to showing.
Yet, the worst thing you could do would be to wear a red beeping alarm on your head. Nobody likes a wailer!

Well eventually, aren’t we all learning to live?


Life Goals

I want to put on a doctor’s coat, scuba dive to be a marine biologist, teach little kids the ways of the world, create art & expressionism, taste food from around the world & share the experience with people from the other end of this enormous living globe, write a book I’m proud of, whilst working on a computer to actualise creatures that had once belonged only in my mind and do my bit towards making the world a better place with zero forgetfulness.

Just a sudden thought outburst from a part of my brain, whose neighbour immediately urged me to share it with you. =)

Roll Out the Red Carpet for Amma

Roses are red,

Violets are blue,

I wouldn’t be writing this if not for you,

Because A-B-C, I never knew,

1-2-3 you taught me too.

Along with it, you gave me the advice,

The lessons for battling fire with ice,

As fire with fire wasn’t justified if fair & square,

Only monkeys see, monkeys do- I was aware!

For why roses are red or violets are blue,

You’d tell me a tale to give me a clue.

As for every light, there’s a source,

For every daughter, her Amma is much more,

With answers to every twisted question,

And the patience for even the millionth interrogation.

I credit all that I know to your relentless effort,

For even at my worst, you were never curt.

This little poem would never suffice,

Your love or your life lessons-wise.

You got me here to where I am,

To whatever little I am, & proud I stand.

To this day I know not how I’d pay you back,

But for once I know that you wouldn’t ask for that.

Happy mother’s day, Amma ^_^

Here’s to Writing 101


Writing 101 was a breeze.

It was a kickstart to mine and a lot others’ blogging journey. The prompts pushed us to our limits and more. I strived to do better and better each day throughout the 20 day walk only because of the encouragement that springed like flowers along the path. Sure, it was full of pitstops, potholes, dead ends, and speed bumps. But even if you were stuck in quicksand, your fellow bloggers would be right there to pick you back up.

Sincerely, to call them fellow blogers would be an understatement. People from different walks of life have become as close as friends, giving each other advice, sharing their take on the topic at hand, and their amusing stories and experiences. This part of the program was like a bonus gift, for I didn’t have the slightest clue that I would meet so many great people along the way to writing better!

Here’s to Writing 101.

Here’s to an endeavour like no other.

My Prized Possession(s)

Writing 101- The Things We Treasure

Okay, I’m going to be real with you on this. Thinking really hard about what you could write about, usually drains you out of ideas. That’s because you start thinking that they’re even more worthless than the previous idea you had. Then, there are the times when you know what you want to write about, but can’t do it because you put off doing it way too many times in your head. Legit reasons, or highly superficial, procrastinating ones- both burn your thinking cap and produce pretty much the same effect.

This is an attempt at finally doing that, because extending a deadline means officially granted permission to procrastinate. Here’s my final post for Writing 101, trying to strive for anti brevity, finally!

Years ago, when slam books were the biggest fad, my friends and I would go crazy passing around each one of our little personal ones that we owned with so much pride. We wanted to know all that there was about each other; mostly the stuff that mattered most to us at that time, like what we wanted to be when we grow up, what’s our pet peeve, who’s our secret crush etcetera, etcetera. One blank that I usually didn’t fill was the one where it asked what your most prized possession was.

To think about it, I left it blank for two probable reasons. One, that I need to write something really cool because a lot of people are going to read this. A good rep mattered quite a lot then. Second, was that ‘Woah, I have no idea! I’m going to come back to this later.’ I realised why a little time later, that little blank was way too small for my answer!

Let me give you a walk-through to understand things better.

When I was 4, I absolutely loved one of my dolls. Yes, it was the every girl’s clichéd doll phase. It didn’t last long, but it was pretty strong while it lasted. It was a cute little doll of a baby, bald-headed, forever-smiling. I would carry it in my bad wherever I went. To the market, to the park, to an office party with my dad- it would go wherever I did. (A little Mary had a little lamb-ish, isn’t it?)

Till date, I manage to carry anything that even has the slightest significance to a good time or memory from whenever or wherever. If not in my bag, it will definitely be somewhere in the boxes and boxes of my things which I refuse to get rid of every spring/summer, procrastinated clean-up.

The little torn page from a book that my friend and I found in a school that we’d visited, in the name of vandalism- I still have in my wallet.

A portrait of my family that I made using my below-amateur drawing skills in 2011, I still have, preserved in a notebook full of similar memory-awakening-things.

The top bunk of my study table, still remains filled with my favourite stuffed toys from back then, because you’re really never to old for soft toys!

The endless buckets of nostalgic markers and crayons still sit in their place for the rare outbursts of the artist in me.

Children’s books and pre teen books hold a special place in my heart and I will never give them away for I need them so that my grandchildren’s grandchildren also can read the amazing stories that I’ve read.

Key chains are part of a bag’s charm. One with my name written on it, the one with my favourite character’s little model, the one with a picture worth remembering encased in it- I’m fond of them all.

By now, I’m guessing you have a picture in your head of what I’m going on about. Well, hey let’s add more colour to the picture, shall we?

I carry a box of mint at all times. It comes with the capability of giving you instant fresh breath, and a sense of the sound of having a box full of them when you shake it up a bit. People coming to know that you have it might come off as a negative, because then it’s all gone within seconds, but I’m more of a ‘ the glass is half full’ person.

Magazines never grow old, and are never thrown away when I’m in charge. The stories, poems, artefacts of the times and the pictures are worth preserving forever. The pictures especially appeal to me so much that I can’t help but cut them out to make collages, even if they’re pointless. The thick glossy pages and great cuttable content- why would someone ever not hold on to them?

A notebook and pencil is a must for me- at home, or while travelling. Who knows when you might have to jot down a few things from something you know you won’t remember later on? Who knows which great personality you might stumble upon, and desperately want an autograph? Who knows what boring lecture might be inflicted upon you which would call for mindless doodling?prized

Well, for the sake of naming the one thing that I call to be my prized possession, I would say it’s my backpack. It’s something I take with me everywhere. Big or small, handy or lofty, heavy or feather light, a bag to me is a sense of knowing that what I need is probably in the thingamajig hanging on my shoulders. More importantly, all the things that I think are important to me would fit right in!

Writing 101, Day 20 (The Finale)

The Liebster Award.

So, I just got nominated for the Liebster Award. Thanks Uday! *does a caught-in-the-moment excited jump*


Needless to say I’m ecstatic. Uday’s an awesome person and knows just how to perfectly give words to each one of his thoughts. He writes about everything under the sun on his blog, Udayology. Not to mention his exceptional photography which is really worth beholding at!

I’m not entirely sure, but I guess HumaAq had also nominated me for this award a good amount of days ago when I was clueless about this entire blogging thing. Anyway, you should definitely check her interesting musings over at her blog.

Apparently, this is how the Liebster award works!

  • Each nominee must have under 200 followers.
  • Thank and link to the nominating blog.
  • Answer their 10 questions and propose 10 new ones for your nominees.
  • Nominate 10 blogs and tell them that they’ve been nominated.
  • Write a post containing the questions.
  • Include these rules in the post.

Here are my responses to Uday’s Questions:

1. Why did you start your blog?

I love writing, but never did it often enough. There would be those once in a year diary entries, stuff that I would write at the back of notebooks and lose within the blink of an eye & the numerous ideas that I would want to write about. All that I never did. I started to blog to keep track of all that and more. More importantly I wanted to push myself to write better and better!

2. Who inspires you?

People who live for themselves and love themselves. Who are strong willed, foster good relationships, are strong hearted and learn to tackle all the troubles life has to offer, because nobody is a genius when it comes to living life. The right minded ones become geniuses.

3. Where do you see yourself in 10 years time?

I would be in my twenties in 10 years time. 26, to be precise. Even thinking about it gets me excited. All of the independence, travelling, living on my terms, hopefully bagging my dream job (becoming an animator) along with an all rounded social life with a dash of happiness. No, scratch that. If I have all that, just a dash wouldn’t add up. I would have dozens of happiness!

4. What book are you reading right now?

Heir of Fire, by Sarah J Maas. It is the third instalment in the Throne of Glass series, which only gets better. The story is set in an ancient time in the kingdom of Erelia, which is ruled by an oppressive, mean, schematic and incredibly unjust king. The protagonist is an assassin who fights for justice. The series has got a lot to offer with hidden, but powerful magic, light and enjoyable romances, a fast moving and extremely thrilling story.

5. What is your all time favorite movie?

Any animated movie simply makes my day/life. Can’t possibly name a favourite!

6. If you could choose anywhere in the world, where would you choose to live, and why?

I have always wondered how it would be to live in a caravan. Or an RV. That way, I would have a uber-cool home which could be anywhere I want it to be.

7. Do you speak any foreign languages?

Dora taught me a bit of Spanish. Uno, dos, tres, quatro, cinco, cocodrilo. Okay, no I don’t.

8. Do you have any hidden talents?

I can draw a very cute snowman on MS Paint. It genuinely looks impressive, no kidding.

9. What career would you choose if you had a free choice?

I always wanted to work at a bookstore, if not own one. Also, being a food critique would be great, because who wouldn’t want to get paid to eat?
Having my very own novel published would be living the dream.

10. What’s your favorite type of music?

I predominantly listen to pop music, but also enjoy a fair share of RnB, punk, rock and Bollywood. My favourite artist is Avril Lavigne, because I feel at home and like everything’s okay when I listen to her songs. ★

11. Whats your favorite type of food?

Arabian food is the best. I recently developed a taste for the amazing chicken shawarma they offer. Pure yummy goodness.

Here are my nominees! Roll out the red carpet.






Smiley like I mean it..



I would like the nominees to answer questions 1 to 6 and follow them up with these.
7. If you could rule the world just for one day, what would you change?
8. Do you believe in aliens?
9. Which one would you choose- a life without internet, or a life without TV?
10. How does blogging make you feel?
11. If you ever wrote a book, what would it be about?

You can answer all 16 if you really want to too. =) Adios.