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Wheeling towards life.

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“You see that man down there who’s cycling?” said the Creator to the little baby beside Him.

The soon-to-be-born gurgled, “Yes” in baby lingo.

Soon, even his mother would understand it as well as God did.

“That cyclist doesn’t have ambitions. He hasn’t made plans on how he wants to spend his next five years. He saves much less than he spends. He helps his neighbor, an old lady, with rations every month. He gives kids, he doesn’t know, candies to eat. The world will tell you it is wrong to be him. They will tell you to think about yourself. They will mock you if you don’t plan. They will chide you for being ambition-less.”

The baby looked up at the peaceful soul beside him. He looked puzzled. Saliva dripped from the corners of his parted lips.

Chuckling, God took the baby in His lap, wiped the drool and continued, “I want you to be like him. I want you to live one day at a time, one moment at a time. I want you to dream but I don’t want you to become so blind with ambition that you forget why exactly you were living. I want you to respect the beauty of my creations and find your strengths, hopes and solace in them. I want you to always believe in yourself and in humanity. I want you to appreciate life much more than fear death.”

“Will it be easy?” the baby asked, looking down at so many unlike the cyclist.

“No, it won’t. And when it isn’t, remember that God did not bring you this far to abandon you.”

And saying so, He let go of the baby, whose head was now visible to the doctor as the mother screamed in pain.

Graciously Yours!

P.S.: What according to you is life?

Picture Credits: Ishita Shah.
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Six Word Story #3 (Includes a surprise challenge!)

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First cry.

Bloody hands.

Smiling Dad.

Graciously Yours!

P.S. : I also came across this adorable picture below, while surfing. I think it deserves a separate six word story. This time I want one from you. Are you up for the challenge? Leave your stories in the comments below.

Pictures Courtesy : Pinterest.

Freestyle Writing Challenge ~ Mischief.

I was nominated by Hargun to attempt a free style writing challenge. She has a terrific blog! Do land up there too.

So here are Rules I had to follow:

  1. Open an MS Word document
  2. Set a stop watch or your mobile to 5 minutes or 10 minutes whichever challenge you think you can beat.
  3. You topic is at the foot of this post BUT DO NOT SCROLL DOWN TO SEE IT UNTIL YOU ARE READY WITH A TIMER.
  4. Fill the word doc with as much words as you want. once you began writing do not stop even to turn.
  5. Do not cheat by going back and correcting spellings and grammar with spell check in MS WORD (it is only meant for you to reflect on your own control of sensible thought flow and for you to reflect on your ability to write the right spelling and stick to grammar rules)
  6. You may or may not pay attention to punctuation and capitals. However if you do, it would be best.
  7. At the end of your post write down ‘No. Of words =_____’ so that we would have an idea of how much you can write within the time frame.
  8. Do not forget to copy paste the entire passage on your blog post with a new Topic for your nominees and copy paste these rules with your nominations (at least 5 bloggers).

GOOD LUCK!

Here’s what I managed on the word ‘Mischief’!

Mischief ~ the first few things running across my mind when I think of mischief encompasses ‘Mischief managed’ which only Potterheads will genuinely appreciate, or possibly a dog named Mischief. But that’s just probably because I was discussing dogs and their barkings and whimperings with a friend! 

Let’s get you something more intresting though!

She sat playing with her toys. Her mother was across the floor feet away shelling peas for the next year whole. They were to be refrigerated tonight. Round, succulent balls of green. The little one stared at them, eyes gleaming with mischief. She wanted those. Her toys were boring! She slowly started casting across her toys. The mother looked up. The baby was about to throw another tantrum she thought. She went into the kitchen, to boil the baby’s milk. Before the baby started bawling, she’d feed her and put her to sleep. That way her work get over faster. While the mother was away, the baby slowly crawled across to the bowls full of peas. She settled quietly in front of the bowls. She pushed in a fist to grab a fistful of those. She then withdrew her hand and threw them across the floor. Slowly, they bounced and then rolled all about her. She chuckled! Delighted she did this again. And again. She wanted more of them around her. She flapped her hands on the green balls. She moved her leg to change her posture. Something was bugging her bum. She saw a green ball roll out from benetah her. Her leg tilted the bowl halfway. She looked at it, smiling with a grin almost evil. She reached out to the bowl and tilted it further. All the balls ran out in a hurry!

“Whaaaat?!” her mother said out loud, standing across the hall staring at peas all around!

She stared up at her mother, proud of the work she’d done!

No. of words – 316.

Time taken – 10 minutes.

And my nominees would be :

Globalunison

The Uncertainty Principle

Part and Parcel

Cat Jenkins

Soul Mate’s – near yet so far

Archita Rai

Soumya Chakraborty

And your word is – wine.

Cook me up something special! 😉

Graciously Yours!

Seeing me in you.

Looking into your eyes,

I lose myself in their depths,

My hands in yours,

Seem to melt all my troubles away.

Fingers entwined, feet in sync,

I can take the world head on,

Your faith in me,

Is much more than my trust in myself.

Taking you up in my arms,

Kissing your cheeks as I hear you giggle,

My dear little daughter,

It’s the sweetest sound to my ears.

When I look back into the past,

To not have heeded to your father,

I feel absolutely blessed,

You’re nothing less than God’s gift to me.

 

Sketched by - Graciously Yours!
Sketched by – Graciously Yours!

All those mothers who fought to keep their girl child alive whether as single mothers or fighting against their families — You rock!

Graciously Yours!