She entered his house without giving any prior notice to surprise him. She had been to the city on some sudden visit and thought of giving a surprise to him.
It was late evening hours and the lights were dim when she entered the hall. Suddenly her heart sunk in fear and began beating fast. She noticed a panther standing in one corner of the hall in its full length, with its emerald green eyes staring towards the entrance door, as if ready to pounce upon the entrant. A loud scream went out through her mouth. She was shivering completely with her body fully wet in perspiration at the shock of seeing the animal.
Hearing the scream, a young man came down from the upstairs through the same corner where that wild animal was standing. He lighted the lights and was surprised to see her and quickly understood the state of her mind. He was unable to control himself and laughter broke out from his mouth evaporating her tension.
She realised her foolishness and got angry over him. What could anybody else have done in her condition? After all the panther was so much realistic and huge in size.
This post is in response to the literary lion blogging event organised by Laura Gabrielle Feasey against this fortnight’s prompt of “panther”. You can view all stories of participants by clicking at this link
They gathered in protest of injustice, vowing to abstain from food and drink. But the pepsi bottle hanging was hypnotising – “Drink me”, “Drink me”. (24 words)
This post is in response to the literary lion blogging event for this fortnight which can be viewed by clicking at this link.
The pool in her village
She was sitting at the pool with her feet touching the water. Her eyes are looking at the water, but her thoughts immersed deep into memories of her childhood. She is on a visit to her grandparents after so many years, but her memories are afresh. She can clearly visualise that dreadful day when she was playing paper boats with her tiny brother who drowned into the pool in an attempt to catch her boat. She could not forgive herself for not being able to save him in spite of the fact that she did not know swimming.
This post is in response to the literary lion blog event sponsored by Laura Gabrielle Feasey which can be viewed at this link for more reads.
The below is my six word story in tribute of David Bowie, the great singer- writer- musician, who is also known as ‘starman’, who died recently on Sunday, 10th January, 2016.
“Starman” thy “fame” hath “ziggy stardust“.
This post is in response to the literary lion – six word story challenge with word prompt ‘star’ issued by Laura Gabrielle Feasey which can be viewed at this link.
Life is a play. Play it wisely and smartly. It is not for gambling with high hopes of success and treasure.
Life’s for living happily and it is in our own way of thinking what is happiness. Real happiness is in living a simple life and making others also feel happy with your acts. It is not in pursuing gamble and risking the very purpose of life to achieve greedy and unrealistic goals.
Life is to face problems and solve them. It is not to evade responsibilities and seek refuge from challenges. Life requires much perseverance, determination and endurance.
Know the purpose of your life, set some achievable goals and pursue them without indulging in gamble. Do not get discouraged by failures or distractions. Continue your efforts like the spider that spins a web inspite of so many falls. Success will be there waiting for you.
This post is in response to the blogging event of literary lion organised by Laura Gabrielle Feasey. The word chosen for this time is “gamble”. You can view her post and other writers’ responses at this link.
This post is in response to Laura Gabrielle Feasey’s blogging event literary lion. This week prompt picked up by the literary lion is “Ice”. You can view the details and other participant posts by clicking at this link.
My post is an incident from real life some years ago.
ice pellets from hailstorm
I have been on a vegetables shopping spree which takes place each week through some lanes. On that particular day, when I reached the place, suddenly the atmosphere developed into dark clouds with heavy winds blowing from all the four (rather say eight) directions in whirlwinds passing through the lanes blowing off each and everything on their way. The whole atmosphere has become chaotic with very cool and shivering gales. I was caught up in hailstorm. Ice pellets began falling from above. It appeared as if the whole sky had developed cracks and pieces of it falling from with lighting speed from such an altitude. Dark clouds were roaring like fierce, hungry lions. I had to take shelter below some safe concrete roof holding on to a pillar to guard myself from those heavy winds and save my head from those ice pellets. Everything has become chaotic with customers and vendors running hither-tither. Within minutes, all lanes were flowing with heavy rainwater. I got completely wet with the winds moulding the course of rain astray and spraying water every moment. It kept like that for full 30 minutes and everything was so dark and gloomy all around even after the rain and the ice pebbles stopped falling. It has been a great, unforgettable event in my life. I have never been in an hail storm like that before or afterwards.
Many years back, October to March have been months of picnics and trekkings of small hills or cliffs.We used to backpack food ingredients, stoves and utensils. Trek the hills and find shady resorts or go down the valleys and camp at water points. There, we unpacked the items, prepared food on gas or on woods collected from around and thus enjoy the whole day cooking and viewing nature’s glory.
The treks or passages for climbing or descending used to be much slippery sometimes, as the miners used to blast surrounding hills for limestone, etc. So, it required much attention and carefulness while on those outings.
One of our companions had some slight neurotic disorder due to which his steps used to waver during conflict circumstances. Particularly whenever he reached an edge, he used to falter and take indecisive steps leading to a slip down the hill. The edges of cliffs or hills used to be much loose and soft. But, in most cases, you will not go down as there were rocks and bushes all around to protect you from going down. So, we used to enjoy a lot experiencing those slips and slides and never got scary. That fellow had more falls and sometimes got wet with mud waters, but always used to be smiling and enjoying.
This post is in response to the blogging event of literary lion hosted by Laura Gabrielle Feasey.