Escapade

I was walking alone. Innumerous flowers were there. Water droplets were sparkling on the flower petals. Dulcet bird chirps in the background. The Sun was lurking behind the clouds. I saw a river flowing nearby. An iridescent fish was swimming peacefully. I continued to stare at the river. After a while a clown fish joined her and then few more fishes came afterwards. Suddenly I felt a wave of panic among them. Next moment a big shark barged in and ate all of them.

I heard car honking and wake up in sweat. It was my alarm.

Are you listening?

Copyright Trish Nankeville

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Missing

She shivered at the thought of losing him but gradually the chances of her husband’s returning is getting less with each passing day.

Her eyes was closed and she was completely engrossed in prayer but the pain was not reducing. She was fighting through a torrent of tears. It is hard to understand what is more traumatic, the grief itself or clamouring of people around her.

It doesn’t seems like her husband is missing from 8 months. Still looks gorgeous.

People got the gossip fodder. Few of them expressed the shallow words of sympathy and others think she is available.

Copyright Lisa fox

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Manchurian

The glorious moon was shining in the sky. Cool breeze was swaying her hair. It was a delightfully romantic evening.

“Do you know Manchuria was used as a base to invade rest of China by Japanese during WW-II?”

“Why you are talking about WW-II on a date?”

“Since we are eating manchurian.”

“So?”

“This dish is invented by a person belongs to Manchuria ergo it’s called Manchurian. Although this dish considered as chinese it is invented in India.”

“Thank you for the information.”

“Don’t worry. You will be never bored in my company.”

She rolled her eyes. Only waiter noticed.

Copyright Brenda Fox

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He whom I enclose with

He whom I enclose with my name is weeping in this dungeon. I am ever busy building this wall all around; and as this wall goes up into the sky day by day I lose sight of my true being in its dark shadow.

I take pride in this great wall, and I plaster it with dust and sand lest a least hole should be left in this name; and for all the care I take I lose sight of my true being.

Geetanjali (29), Ravindranath Tagore

Tortoise

Copyright © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Tortoise was taking a little walk on the pebbles. I was contemplating while peeping from the window. Lord has not bequeath him with mesmerising beauty but still people admire his uniqueness. He have languid aura and slow pace. Fables always portray him wise and serene. Like we got our octogenarian to guide us, animals trust his sagacity.

Only animal I like to keep as a pet. He will not interfere in my life, I will not disturb him. A perfect relationship! Once in a while he will guide me to slow down and be calm.

Inner peace..

Tortoise enjoying walk

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Gitanjali#23

Art thou abroad on this stormy night on the journey of love, my friend? The sky groans like one in despair.

I have no sleep to-night. Ever and again I open my door and look out on the darkness, my friend!

I can see nothing before me. I wonder where lies thy path!

By what dim shore of the ink-black river, by what far edge of the frowning forest, through what mazy depth of gloom art thou threading thy course to come to me, my friend?

~ Rabindranath Tagore, Gitanjali

Calories

Random chat between two squirrels

“That Shirley..”

“Which one who lives in mango tree or banyan tree?”

“You think I am crazy enough to go inside that banyan tree. Didn’t you heard the rumours¬† about vengeful spectre on it? I was talking about Shirley who lives in mango tree (MA-8). She hosted a party last night. Although my dietitian strictly said “no nuts, only salad” I have gone crazy and end up eating lot of nuts. Now I have to take 20 rounds of this tree.”

“We brought up eating nuts now your dietitian is saying no to it.”

Calories

Copyright Roger Bultot

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Gitanjali #8

The child who is decked with prince’s robes and who has jewelled chains round his neck loses all pleasure in his play; his dress hampers him at every step.

In fear that it may be frayed, or stained with dust he keeps himself from the world, and is afraid even to move.

Mother, it is no gain, thy bondage of finery, if it keep one shut off from the healthful dust of the earth, if it rob one of the right of entrance to the great fair of common human life.

This beautiful and meaningful poem was created by Rabindranath Tagore

Multitasking

“It is not a good idea to talk on the phone while driving.”

“Important call from the office, can’t avoid it. I can multitask. Don’t you worry woman!”

“You know, human beings are not capable of multitasking. We just switch back and forth between tasks quickly, unlike computers.”

“Yeah yeah”

“Road is blocked ahead. Take the parallel way.” Cop in high pitched voice

What happened?

“Accident

How?

“Kid came out of nowhere. Driver was talking on the phone, noticed it late, turned abruptly.”

“Great loss for the office. Now his boss have to assign the project to someone else.”

Photo prompt – Sandra Crook

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Solitude

PHOTO PROMPT ¬© Bill Reynolds

He was thinking while driving the car

My mind is full of constant clamor, working like an enemy. Not a single thought in my favour. Impeding the creativity inside me. It is like the king is getting betrayed by his most trustworthy guards. In actual world, I am surrounded by people but mentally living alone in the island. May be I get freedom from this phone and those clocks.

He stopped the car and look at the empty warehouse.

“Yay ! this place looks more peaceful than my home.”

“and I am gonna bury my phone right here near ladder.”

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