We Did It!

And today we come to the end of a month long blogging challenge of January.

Eventhou it was a last moment decision to do the challenges, I’m so glad I we did it. I was not along in this, Bhavya of Ishithaa was also there with me from the start. Even when we failed to post now and then, we did catch up very soon. 

We take this moment to give credits to our fellow blogger friends who took part in the challenge, and gave immense support through out Jairam, Kajal, Kathy, Michelle, Nabanita, Richa, Suzy Que,Shilpa. And also to the very awesome Write Tribe.

And now we can proudly present the badges, 

So until we meet next time, Goodbye. :)


                          Linking this to Jan 2014 Ultimate Blog Challenge & NaBloPoMo.

 

To read posts by fellow friends and UBC and NaBloPoMo participants, click here Jairam,Kajal, Kathy, Michelle, Nabanita, Richa, Suzy Que,Shilpa.

The Last Laugh

It was a tough phase for Rhea, a test of sorts. More than the body it was affecting her mind as she continued to fight a battle which she assumed she’d already lost.

Gradually, her husband was successful in making her realize that all she had to do was fight. That even if nobody else stood by her, she had to stand up for her ideals. Over time Rhea had collected enough proof to expose the wolf hiding in the lamb’s clothing.

She had the last laugh as she watched her boss being arrested for money laundering and employee harassment

(Adding this to the 100 Words on Saturday Prompt)

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About Bhavya: 

I write to free myself, all the while trying to engage you a bit more, trying to learn from every step I take. A hopeless romantic and believer in fairy tales, books, friends, music and food soothe my soul and rejuvenate me like nothing else. Secretly desirous of being a world famous author, i weave tales on my blog about people, relationships and emotions. I blog at Ishithaa.

                        



                           Linking this to Jan 2014 Ultimate Blog Challenge & NaBloPoMo 

 

To read posts by fellow friends and UBC and NaBloPoMo participants, click here Jairam,Kajal, Kathy, Michelle, Nabanita, Richa, Suzy Que,Shilpa.

Blissful Rain

It was raining hard yesterday night. In this part of my country, which records on an average 3000 millimeters of rain annually, it is not a surprise phenomenon. But what never changes is how the rain brings out those aspects of me which were hitherto unknown even to me. 

The water droplets checking their reflection against my window glass, the distant drum roll of thunder, the Nature draped in a fresh green sari, as if waiting for the sun to come out and propose to her and make her blush-isn't all this enough to bring out the romantic in you? 

There's no bliss greater than the kiss of rain on your lips, no other ecstasy comparable to the high from dancing to the tune of rain, no other hug warmer than the water droplets caressing your body...

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About Bhavya: 

I write to free myself, all the while trying to engage you a bit more, trying to learn from every step I take. A hopeless romantic and believer in fairy tales, books, friends, music and food soothe my soul and rejuvenate me like nothing else. Secretly desirous of being a world famous author, i weave tales on my blog about people, relationships and emotions. I blog at Ishithaa.

                        



                           Linking this to Jan 2014 Ultimate Blog Challenge & NaBloPoMo 

 

To read posts by fellow friends and UBC and NaBloPoMo participants, click here Jairam,Kajal, Kathy, Michelle, Nabanita, Richa, Suzy Que,Shilpa.

Silent Smile...

The moment he walked into the house, he knew something was not right. This was not the way his Lydia was, this was not the way she kept her house, their home she had painstakingly decorated and maintained.

Magazines scattered about the hallway, the upturned flower vase and the dirty footprints leading to one of the rooms inside was more than enough to make his heart skip a few beats.

As he stepped inside cautiously, his mind was conjuring up vivid grotesque images of what might have transpired in his house during the few hours that he was away.

The sight that awaited him inside shocked him to the core. Hugging her little nephew who had come for a surprise visit, Lydia was sleeping peacefully with a smile on her face!

About Bhavya: 

I write to free myself, all the while trying to engage you a bit more, trying to learn from every step I take. A hopeless romantic and believer in fairy tales, books, friends, music and food soothe my soul and rejuvenate me like nothing else. Secretly desirous of being a world famous author, i weave tales on my blog about people, relationships and emotions. I blog at Ishithaa.

                        



                           Linking this to Jan 2014 Ultimate Blog Challenge & NaBloPoMo 

 

To read posts by fellow friends and UBC and NaBloPoMo participants, click here Jairam,Kajal, Kathy, Michelle, Nabanita, Richa, Suzy Que,Shilpa.

Little did she know...

She had been walking for so long that her little feet had begun to pain and blisters had started to form where her new shoe bit her, yet the kid was determined to ease her mom’s financial woes.

Little did she know that there was no pot of gold at the end of the rainbow!

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About Bhavya: 

I write to free myself, all the while trying to engage you a bit more, trying to learn from every step I take. A hopeless romantic and believer in fairy tales, books, friends, music and food soothe my soul and rejuvenate me like nothing else. Secretly desirous of being a world famous author, i weave tales on my blog about people, relationships and emotions. I blog at Ishithaa.

Linking this to Jan 2014 Ultimate Blog Challenge, NaBloPoMo & Writetribe55onFriday2014 #1: Little did she know

 

To read posts by fellow friends and UBC and NaBloPoMo participants, click here Jairam,Kajal, Kathy, Michelle, Nabanita, Richa, Suzy Que,Shilpa. 

From a Newbie...

The first day in office is not supposed to be like this. You step in and expect to be stared at by the senior employees, instead, what greets you is an empty office, well lit and welcoming. In an hour or so the remaining folks start trickling in and stop just a second to smile at you and then proceed to their workstations.

You are taken around by the smiling and friendly HR person and shown around the premises and after many many introductions later, you are taken to the place that blows your mind away. The tiny kitchenette proudly displaying its water dispenser and coffee machine and a humongous box full of chocolates that would seemingly last a lifetime; makes the heart do a happy dance!

In short, this newbie in this office is quite happy with what she has seen but still is taking her own time to settle down.

About Bhavya: 

I write to free myself, all the while trying to engage you a bit more, trying to learn from every step I take. A hopeless romantic and believer in fairy tales, books, friends, music and food soothe my soul and rejuvenate me like nothing else. Secretly desirous of being a world famous author, i weave tales on my blog about people, relationships and emotions. I blog at Ishithaa.

                        



                           Linking this to Jan 2014 Ultimate Blog Challenge & NaBloPoMo 

 

To read posts by fellow friends and UBC and NaBloPoMo participants, click here Jairam,Kajal, Kathy, Michelle, Nabanita, Richa, Suzy Que,Shilpa. 

Shmall Shoe Shtory

Those tiny teeth shone through between the dimpled cheeks and the rosy lips. They were more than enough to make anyone lose their heart and fall in love with the person to whom those pearls belonged to. The muddy hands, the bruised knee and the dishevelled hair had their own tale to narrate.

How could she admonish him for losing one of the new sandals she'd lovingly bought for him when he says, "Maa I wash playing and forgoth tho thake the shoe...."

About Bhavya: 

I write to free myself, all the while trying to engage you a bit more, trying to learn from every step I take. A hopeless romantic and believer in fairy tales, books, friends, music and food soothe my soul and rejuvenate me like nothing else. Secretly desirous of being a world famous author, i weave tales on my blog about people, relationships and emotions. I blog at Ishithaa.

                        



                           Linking this to Jan 2014 Ultimate Blog Challenge, NaBloPoMo and Write Tribe Wed prompt. 

 

To read posts by fellow friends and UBC and NaBloPoMo participants, click here Jairam,Kajal, Kathy, Michelle, Nabanita, Richa, Suzy Que,Shilpa. 

The Ocean

There is something about the ocean and its waves. Something deep and profound. The more time you spend on its shores the more you're drawn towards it. The continuous waves lashing on the shores wash off all the grief that torments the heart and shows by example to continue no matter what obstacles come and to keep doing what you are supposed to instead of lamenting over the waste that others hurl at you. The sunsets do not bother the ocean for it knows that after night comes day and that the sun would rise again the next morning spreading light and joy and warmth.

When someone asked me why I love the ocean so much, all I could tell him was this :)

About Bhavya: 

I write to free myself, all the while trying to engage you a bit more, trying to learn from every step I take. A hopeless romantic and believer in fairy tales, books, friends, music and food soothe my soul and rejuvenate me like nothing else. Secretly desirous of being a world famous author, i weave tales on my blog about people, relationships and emotions. I blog at Ishithaa.

                        



                           Linking this to Jan 2014 Ultimate Blog Challenge and NaBloPoMo.

 

Lucy.

On one of those cold winter nights, cowering under the brightly lit Christmas tree, shivering more from the insensitive crowds that roamed about than the December chill I remember that I prayed for a miracle. Not for a miracle that would change my life, but one that would take me away from this selfish world where nobody cared about another's pain, where even when you were full you never shared your morsel with a starving man.

It was then that Lucy came along.

She didn't seem much better off than me but what clearly differentiated her from the crowd was her eyes. They shone with a kindness that was lacking in others. As she offered me her hand I expected at least a piece of bread or something to eat. Instead she took my palm and lead me to her home.

The first feeling that I got as I stepped into that little shanty was that it was so warm. The room, the inhabitants of the room - Lucy and her grandpa, were all so loving and welcoming.

Today, if I can read, its because of her. If I have a roof over my head, its because of the kindness Lucy showed me that night. She and grandpa are my family.

About Bhavya: 

I write to free myself, all the while trying to engage you a bit more, trying to learn from every step I take. A hopeless romantic and believer in fairy tales, books, friends, music and food soothe my soul and rejuvenate me like nothing else. Secretly desirous of being a world famous author, i weave tales on my blog about people, relationships and emotions. I blog at Ishithaa. 

                          Linking this to Jan 2014 Ultimate Blog Challenge and NaBloPoMo.