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Six Word Story #11

And the six word story series is back!

Closure is overrated. Reopened wounds bleed.
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Graciously Yours!

P.S. : What should be the next six word story? Give me words! I’ll pick up themes!

Spreading love.

A fellow blogger, Umber, has very kindly set me to task for not writing regularly! I’ve been asked to define LOVE my way, in 10 lines and 4 words in each line.

Well, I agree with Mary Crawley when she says, “I don’t care a fig about rules.”

Here is my poem, if it can be called one :

What Is Love?
Love is your parents trust,
Love is your grandma’s food,
Love is your grandpa’s stern looks,
Love is your sibling’s pillow fights,
Love is your cousin’s concern,
Love is your friend’s hug,
Love is your lover’s touch,
Love is the stranger’s help,
Love is your pet’s excitement.
Love is endless…
My favourite quote on love would have to be “When I saw you I fell in love, and you smiled because you knew.” It doesn’t get better than this, does it?
Warning : Theoretically it’s love at first sight, practically it’s lusting.
I like it for the bond of understanding and bridge of acceptance it creates between the two.
And as for the nominations to carry forward this chain of love, I’d choose (in random fashion!) :
And all other bloggers reading this! Start the chain if you still haven’t become a part of it.
Graciously Yours!

Life Notes #2.

For the people weak at heart, please do not read further. You might not be able to bear the madness about to come your way.​

Padfoot is one of my friends who is just damaged beyond cure (as you will now see.) and really needs to stop flirting (it’s harmless flirting, Mom, promise!) with me!

Oh and my excuse for the craziness is continuous four hours of studying!
Me : ​Greetings!
Padfoot : ​Welcome to my planet. What brings you here O’​ fair maiden?
Me : ​There’s some sort of insanely crazy attraction here! I still haven’t been able to figure out where I am, Sir! Could thou help thee?
Padfoot : ​I am sorry,​ fair maiden. I can’​t help myself. All doctors have already given up. They say I am beyond hope and the only treatment is the love of a fair maiden.
​Me : Oh Lord! You do look pale and tired in hindsight, Sire. Is there anything I can do for th​ou? Can I be of help?
Padfoot : ​Indeed… The touch of thy rosemary lips is the only way to heal this weary soul… Free me from these shackles that bind my soul to this world and take me with thyself to the horizon beyond the sea.
Me (thinking I should have guessed where it would lead!) : But I am already taken, Sire! I have my heart belonging to the Knight of my life! I cannot do this for thou. Only true love can heal thou, Sire and that is not mine to give or yours to ask for. Your love will come, Sire. I can feel it in the air around me. Hurry not!
(And this is exactly what you deserve for being cheeky​, I wanted to say!​)

​Padfoot : ​Round one goes to the fair maiden who looks beautiful in red!

Aha! The taste of victory! Mischief Managed 😉

Life Note to self : It is good to go crazy!

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Graciously Yours!

P.S.: I swear the rest of my blog is not this crazy!