It’s Called Exaggeration.

“I had frozen in trepidation. She was standing before me her dark eyes watching silently. They were hollow. The black around her eyes smudged till her eyebrows. The red around her mouth dripping till the chin though her teeth were perfectly pearly white. Her thin arms were stretched away from her waist and the same red was at her finger tips. Her condition seemed self inflicted. She was dressed in black-the delicate shreds of her dress fell to her ankles. I made a failed but brave attempt to call my mother. Her lips quivered. “Don’t you want me to kill it?” she said as I recoiled in horror.

I could hear the distant voice of my mother but could not make out her words. She heard it too. She left the room.”

I closed my sister’s diary.


“What is your sister doing?” Mom asked me.
“Dreaming,” I answered. ” She did not even wish me luck.”
“Your sister’s nuts. Go kill it! You are getting late. Go!”
I looked into the mirror to fix my hair before the performance. Boy! I’m never doing my own makeup again.

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Magical elves

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I am a simple shoemaker
Tired, I sleep in the night
Waiting for dawn
To behold a marvelous sight.

My shoes are polished
My table is cleared
My bag is packed
The bits of paper disappeared.

My alarm is dismissed
(Though it did not wake me)
My lost pencil is found
My uniform is laid out for me.

I fold the blanket covering me
That I’d forgotten in the night
And go to find the elves
Who’d again set everything right.

But there is only one elf here.
And she’s an angel too.
And I call her mom
And I love her too.

Happy Mother’s Day to all moms who save our necks in the nick of time.

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(This is a poem co-authored by me and my mom. Hope you like it.)

My Small World

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Mom, my little sister and me.

Clichés please take a bow – it’s Mothers Day and again we are going to flood social media with ‘Oh my mom’ messages.
This lock-down has given me unlimited time at home probably the highest in my life till now. (Not considering the time when my mom had the pleasure of raising me as a baby because I don’t remember much of it, though she retorts it was more of a pain and I don’t understand why 😝 )
When we were growing up, mom used to sit with us and enjoy watching princess movies. Time has turned the tables- as she grows we sit with her as we watch ‘our’ movies. What a pleasure it is – educating mom ….

Sample this – as me and my sister treat ourselves to favourite Avengers, she risks to sit with us. What starts then is epic ; her love for literature hinders her understanding as she gets lost between alliteration of Thor and Thanos …
“Who is this guy?”

“Mom, he is Thor.”

“But you said he is the bad guy.”

“No, that was Thanos.”

“How are these guys defying gravity?”

“How is he so agile if Captain America is so old?”

“Why does he have an iron heart?”

“Why can’t the Batman speak audibly?”

“Why is Frodo carrying the ring?”

“Arwen and Eowyn sound the same.”

So on and so forth….
She understands Shakespeare, trigonometry, and biology but she can’t understand how Dr. Bruce Banner and the Hulk are the same person.😅 How precious these cute moments are!

The best part about her is her predictability. She fails to see how we know what’s coming up. Her most favourite dialogues as she screams around looking at us wickedly, annoyingly, exhaustedly, exasperatedly as we refuse to change ourselves👻
“What has happened to your room?”

“How many times am I supposed to tell you to put your things in place!”
“Look at your wardrobe – how do you even manage to find things here”
“I am not going to be there with you always, God knows what will be come of you😣!”
“Stop back answering – is that what I have taught you?”
“When, for heavens sake, will you start valuing time🙄!”
“Don’t be mean to your little sister. (little, seriously?😬 )
“How do you look for your things – it is lying right in front of you😠 ”
“When will you start being a help in the kitchen – you ought to learn few basic things.”
It is these and such countless moments with her that makes our lives. Her rantings, her scoldings are constant reminders to me that in this vast world, there is a soul who loves me to the core, someone who embraces me with all my faults, someone who loves my imperfections, someone who lights the dark path ahead of me…

Her tingling laughter, her infectious smile, the ruffling of her dress, her never-say-die attitude(she`s an IBD patient), her very presence around us is enchanting; she is like a wise old owl, she is like the elf who creeps in the dark night to save the cobbler from his miseries, she is like that fairy godmother who grants wishes with the flick of her wand, she is the cool hand on my sweaty brow, she is MY MOTHER……

I usually refrain myself from writing anything on Mother’s Day not because I don’t want to but because I think it won’t be enough.

Happy Mother’s day!🌈

A Most Peculiar Nest

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The nest facing my balcony.

Hello everyone! For many days I have been observing crows building this wacky nest made of cloth hangers right in front of my balcony. It is such a delight to watch the crows making rounds to feed their little ones. Occasionally, I get to spot their pinkish- reddish throats. Crows may not be the prettiest of the birds but they are the smartest 🙂

Here’s a limerick inspired by the nest. Tell me if you have ever seen a more peculiar nest in the comments.

One day Linda was feeling low
For she had two hangers and her friend had four.
So she stole them and hid them away,
In her balcony where she stacked the hay.
But when she returned she found a crow!

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The crow flies to find food.

Vincent Ehindero Blogger Awards!

I would like to thank my friend Aditilahane for nominating me for the Vincent Ehindero Blogger awards!

Rules for the award:

  1. Display the blog award log in your blog.
  2. Thank the blogger who nominated you and add their blog website.
  3. Answer the questions they have given you.
  4. Nominate 7 to 10 bloggers of your choice and inform them on one of their blog post.
  5. Ask them 7 questions.

Questions for nominees if they choose to participate:

  1. How were you inspired to start blogging?
  2. How to you spend time relaxing?
  3. What country do you live in?
  4. What are two of your favorite blogging topics?
  5. What is your favorite food?
  6. How often do you blog?
  7. Are you a great cook?

My Answers: 

  1. I was persuaded by my teacher and I really thank him for believing in me when I never even thought I would take writing seriously 🙂
  2.  Dancing, reading, watching movies, but mostly napping.
  3. India!
  4. This is a tricky question. I like to write stories and poetry- either something that will make you smile, or something gut- wrenching (but both must leave the readers with something to think about:)
  5. Mom’s food.
  6. Whenever inspiration strikes!
  7. I’m so good nobody would ever let me enter the kitchen…That’s saying something.

My nominees:

  1. inksfall (inksfallblog)
  2. Anish Nair (The Poetic Prism)
  3. Unregretfullyme (Take my Eyes and See)
  4. Mugdhathegreat (ThinkAwesome)
  5. Angel Bhatia (Reminiscence)
  6. Tomic Riter(Tomic Riter)
  7. The Mad Puppeteer ( The Mad Puppeteer)
  8. Pinkmoon (Everything of interest)

To all my fellow bloggers and followers who love reading my blog- THANK YOU!!! Let us keep weaving stories and poems out of threads of words together and share our unique perspectives with each other. Blogging has been a truly fun experience thanks to you guys!

The Watchmen

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(Image courtesy- google)

There it is again, the clank
The call for my attention,
Awoken in horror I stare
Into the abyss of destruction.

It grows louder still, periodic
To match my throbbing heartbeat
“Stay awake!” he says,
Beating his stick on the beat.

Those men ever watching,
Loom across the lone street
Not a blink of their bloodshot eyes
As they beat their stick on the beat.

I try to stop myself
But my efforts are in vain.
I slowly draw the curtains
And lean against the window pane.

He sees me watching
His fingers loose grip
He fades from view
Perhaps he’ll make a round trip.

Yes, it grows louder once more
But it is not very far
For he beats at my door step
At this dark hour.

We can’t watch the watchmen.

Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?
Who watches the watchmen?

The Curious Case of the Heinous Cellotape #2

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You can read the first part of my story here.


“Are you sure you can’t fix my ribs?”,said Ignyor.

“Maybe I could with magic when I was alive. I am a sorcerer not a doctor,” Soxsmill scoffed.

” I see. I had this illness,” the guardian continued frowning. “I can’t remember the name. “But the people of my village cast me out and left me to die with the dragon of Brokenjaw. They feared catching it too. I thought it’ll leave once I come here but my ribs… Speaking of which, where are your death marks?”

“Oh!”, the sorcerer said sheepishly. “Limbs reattach after death.”

“Now you’re talking!” Ignyor grinned. “Tell me. Tell me!”

“Alright sir. As I was saying, after Bill made me swear to restore his fingers by making me plant an almond tree and promise to gift him all its almonds for his garden; he promised to help me find the lost peanut in return. So we set out on a quest!” He raised his eyebrows dramatically. “But before that we had one obnoxious task. We had to stop by Buckey’s for only he knew what he had done with the peanut.

The visit was not the most pleasant one mostly because we found him in at his porch playing his nauseating bagpipes. But the rest was pleasant. As I have told you, I can disguise myself. That afternoon Buckey met a young agreeable man who was incredibly interested in how his brilliant bagpipes worked and also what he had done with the respectable Soxsmill’s peanut. I didn’t think he’d give it up so easily.”

“All it takes is a smile and some magic and we can turn the world around!” The old man patted Sorc Veribbad on his back.

The sorcerer returned the smile for the first time.

“Now comes my favourite part of the story- the quest! As it turned out the devil had taken the pains to travel over the Northern Mountains, cross the Valley of Death, sour over the Mystic Lagoon, tour the-”

“BORING!” Ignyor startled Soxsmill.

The sorcerer grunted. “Basically he reached your quarters and fed the Dragon of Brokenjaw my precious peanut for mere sadistic pleasure.”

“And all you had to do was slay him and take your prized possession?”

“Precisely. And that is when I entered the dungeon you were imprisoned in.”

“And that is when all the trouble started isn’t it?”

“Well…” He shrugged. “That’s when I met you all chained up. And singing your horribly cringey and provocative song,” he murmured.

“Wait what?”

“Never mind”

“Did you say the song? I was just waiting for you to mention it. Let’s sing and be merry. I will teach you.”

“No no no!” The sorcerer said quickly. ” Let’s reserve the good things for later. Where was I? Oh yes, I lost control hearing the lyrics of your mocking song and cursed you to go to hell forever.”

“And then I cursed you the same! Ha ha! But as I have earlier your curse turned out to be a blessing for I get to be the guardian of hell forever. I will torture my hellmates; err not you of course.” He flashed a smile.

“Very well.” The sorcerer said. “The dragon woke up at the sound of our argument and set fire to the whole place. I managed to escape with Bill. And you-” He quickly paused.

“Yeah I get it.”

“Well, I came to a similar end too. The dragon of Brokenjaw swallowed me up. That was a teeny bit painful.”

Ignyor raised an eyebrow. “That doesn’t sound right.”

“Fine I’ll tell you what really happened. I slayed the dragon. And got back my treasure. As promised I prepared to rejoin Bill’s fingers. I uttered the magic words and an instrument round and sticky with roles of material appeared in the air. I don’t know if you are familiar with it but men on earth call it cellotape. But something was wrong. For reasons I don’t understand, Bill just stared at me open-eyed with an expression of anger and incredulity.”

“And that’s how you died?”

“And that’s how I died.”

Ignyor burst into fits of laughter.

The End


Epilogue

“I have to go back. I have unfinished business on earth. Can you help?”

“I can’t but I have a feeling you’ll figure it out. As I said, you only need magic and a smile.”

“But I can’t use magic here!”

“Time to teach you my song!”

“Nooooo!”


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Hey do you want to hear the song? Maybe next time….

(May be continued)