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.”


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 is created by Rabindranath Tagore


“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?



“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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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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Dear Maths

It’s been ALMOST 36 years on earth but still I do not understand who I am or what I want?

Am I an artist or ex mathematician or literature lover? Yeah once I was in love with you maths. We broke up because it was getting hard to deal with it. Off course it was not love just an infatuation bcoz you won’t give up on love that easy. People use to say we looked great together. Well people know nothing.

Our relationship needed a great teacher. Sadly! engineering colleges don’t believe in hiring good teachers. I am sorry maths we ended up in bad terms. I never looked back or tried to patch up things with you. Hey! you know me, I never say sorry to people. Sometimes I miss you but honestly I don’t remember any of those formulas. I will never forget what you have done for me. You made my teachers believe that I have something special. Unfortunately, I have never believed in myself. See I have capability to accept my faults.

Let’s face it we were not made for other. You deserve better, a real engineer, I am a fake one. These days, I am in a relationship with literature let’s see how long it will go? Even I have started reading poems but you don’t worry you will always my first crush!!

Your ‘not so’ faithfully,



In 1940s somewhere in Europe.

Wife – Don’t spill the salt it brings bad luck.

Husband – This is all superstition do not worry about it.

Voice coming from the outside..

Blitz.. blitz..

Wife – I told you something bad will happen.

Husband – It’s not my fault. Führer was gone mad before spilling the salt.

Wife – You always blame it to others.

When they came out of the house everything was burning. People were horrified from the surprise attack. Luckily, they were saved from the big disaster.


Blitzkrieg means “lightening war” was Germany warfare tactics used during World War II. To know more about Blitz click here


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She was looking out through the window of the car. It was not like that she was crossing this street first time but everything appears idyllic now. Greenery surrounding the road was merging with the sky. Little mischievous butterfly was playing around flowers. Nature weaved every color gracefully. She didn’t realised when she started putting heed on these subtle things. Love changed her outlook towards the world.

She always felt a sense of bliss whenever she looked at him. A drunk man was coming from the opposite side and they collide. She never imagined this day would end like this.

Copyright Dale Rogerson

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Visitor – Do you know “Chakra”?

Sarah – Oh! Chakra the wheels of energy. There are seven chakras inside our body. They say root chakra and heart chakra are important but I believe all of them should be balanced.

Visitor – Where you can buy it?

Sarah – Please don’t buy any bracelets or stone for it. Most things don’t work.

Visitor – No, I mean “chakra” the Mahatma Gandhi used to sew clothes on it.

Sarah – Ahh! You mean “Charkha”. You can find that in next lane.

Sarah laughing in her head

You just need a chance to show off your knowledge.

Copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

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The Superpower of Invisibility

Many of you may be aware of the tv series “The Middle”. There is a very interesting character of Sue Heck in this series, second child of the couple. She was always struggling to get noticed everywhere home, school, gym. I can relate with this character but not entirely. It is hard to match the kind of optimism and diligence she possess. I admire writer to create this character, you rarely find any lead female underdog characters, there is male dominance in this field as well.

We all feel underappreciated in some circumstances of our life like during promotions when your boss entirely ignore your presence and your colleague get promoted instead. You start feeling like having some superpower of invisibility right? you know like Mr. India.

It is not like you don’t have courage to fight for yourself but actually you don’t know how to market yourself, how to project yourself larger than life?

Introvert face these problem more than others. They hate spotlight. It’s not easy for them to mingle with others. Honestly, occasionally they love to be invisible because they are afraid of being misunderstood or laughed at by others. Does that mean their talent should go wasted?

Answer is “No”

Let me clear one thing to you only small minds can make fun of others talent because they don’t understand the worth of it.

Meanwhile enjoy your power of invisibility sometimes it save you from unnecessary drama after all every cloud has silver lining.

A Litany for Survival

For those of us who live at the shoreline
standing upon the constant edges of decision
crucial and alone
for those of us who cannot indulge
the passing dreams of choice
who love in doorways coming and going
in the hours between dawns
looking inward and outward
at once before and after
seeking a now that can breed
like bread in our children’s mouths
so their dreams will not reflect
the death of ours;
For those of us
who were imprinted with fear
like a faint line in the center of our foreheads
learning to be afraid with our mother’s milk
for by this weapon
this illusion of some safety to be found
the heavy-footed hoped to silence us
For all of us
this instant and this triumph
We were never meant to survive.
And when the sun rises we are afraid
it might not remain
when the sun sets we are afraid
it might not rise in the morning
when our stomachs are full we are afraid
of indigestion
when our stomachs are empty we are afraid
we may never eat again
when we are loved we are afraid
love will vanish
when we are alone we are afraid
love will never return
and when we speak we are afraid
our words will not be heard
nor welcomed
but when we are silent
we are still afraid
So it is better to speak
we were never meant to survive.

Written by Audre Lorde