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 ^_^