When I read the words "Creator of world", my
mind immediately went to the image of Lord Shiva. It might look too
mythological, but I still remember that episode from some television serial
when Lord Shiva created this world. He was portrayed as half man - the Shiv and
half woman - the Durga. He not only created this universe, but also the two
other mighty gods - Bhrama and Vishnu. All those spiritual studies and
everything must have been really required at that time.
Now, if I were the creator of this world, I would
obviously have the mindset of current generation.
There is one thing that I would want to continue as they
are currently supposed to
THE CYCLE OF
NATURE
There are living beings of all kinds and I would not ever
want to change their way of living. Some eat others, but then it's nature and
very much required. I have read at many places - "Nothing goes waste or
without a reason in nature.".
The seasons are there for a purpose and all have they own
charm. The plants and trees, well they come under living beings only.
I really had to think hard when it comes to changes.
After banging my head for hours, I choose only two points:
NO GENDER BIAS
I must confess that I had the so called Women Empowerment
in mind for this point. I am sure if there was no gender bias; no one- woman/man
would have been ever used as an object.
People would not be looked down on choosing their sexuality. There would
not be any woman's or man's job.
NO RELIGION
People are killed in the name of god - the creator. Being
the creator myself, I would not allow anyone to misuse my name/identity. I
would make sure that no one is hurt emotionally or physically in my name.
Evaporating religion form the existence itself would help me do so - or that's
what I think!
I can go on and on with a big list. Then, I remember -
"There would not be a smile if there
were no tears". Thus my world would not be all happiness. Failures and
setbacks at are definitely as important as success. I would surely leave some
room for improvement.
If a new world with no gender biasing and no religion
would be created, I would definitely pat my back and shout at top of my voice -
"Here is the world remade.This is my world and I am proud of it".
Compassion - The emotion in that deep corner of our heart
for the suffering and pain of others along with the desire to help.
I see an accident & I pass by,
FEARING I would be late,
FEARING I would be in trouble!
I see an animal in trouble & I
close my eyes,
FEARING my hands would get dirty,
FEARING I would lose my precious time,
FEARING I might be laughed upon!
I witness a crime & I keep mum,
FEARING it's none of my business,
FEARING I might get trapped too,
FEARING there is no use!
I hear my hear and ignore the echo,
FEARING I might not succeed!
FEARING I would be looked down!
FEARING I would seem foolish!
FEARING my biggest fear - BEING
COMPASSIONATE
It's very disheartening but true that all of us at some
point or other interpret only the half meaning of COMPASSION. The second and
better half - 'The desire to help' unfortunately remains just a desire and is
rarely converted into 'The Act'.
Following our Compassion is the biggest fear we can ever have!
Rajesh’s self-introduction on reason to write the book
made me laugh – he wrote the book so that he can safely call himself an author
because people were not able to understand his professional blogger title! He
is known by the name Destination Infinity in blogger world. Head on to his blog
to explore more: http://www.destinationinfinity.org/
BOOK REVIEW ★★★1/2
The Blurb says:
Aryan's father is killed by a powerful Minister. No one,
including the Police, is ready to help him get justice for the death of his
father. Can the Minister be allowed to get away with a murder just because he
is powerful? What can a mere unarmed individual do?
But Aryan is not totally unarmed - he has been
training to get an Olympic medal in Archery. Can one man with bows and arrows
bring a powerful Minister, protected by the Police, down to his knees? Can
archery win against guns and might?
Set in contemporary India but written for
International readers, this tale is bound to change your perspectives about a
number of things in life: Underdogs are not always underdogs. Friends are not
always friends. Destiny doesn't always favor a select few.
About the Cover:
Considering the self-publishing and first attempt, the
cover page could be by-passed. But on a serious note, the cover looked just
another word art. I did not find the cover interesting enough for me to pick
from the bookshelf and give it a try. It could have been much better.
What I Felt About
The Book:
I have two simple words - "Well Done!".
Seriously, I was hooked to the plot and was taken aback at almost all twists.
While the lead characters are articulated well, I liked
the character of villain- Guru. He made me visualize all current mean and
corrupt politicians who go to all extent to fill in their pockets and
interests.
The mystery and suspense behind Divya is the icing on
cake.
What I Liked About
The Book:
1. Quick Read - I finished the book in two days: actually
two evenings. Yes it was a thin book, but there have been some thin books that
took me more than a week to complete.
2. Ordering of First Few Chapters -
Initially, I was confused the way first few chapters are
ordered. I started liking that after a while.
3. Non Predictability - As I have already mentioned, the
plot was really held well and tight till end. I was glad by the decision of
Divya and Aryan at the end.
What I Did Not
Like About The Book:
1. I felt that Aryan had it too easy settling up in
forest. There could have been few instances of obstacles faced by him.
2. A little more detailed description of characters and
flora and fauna of forests and hills could have been provided. The vivid detailing
of crime scene and feeling of characters looked missing. If that had been looked
upon well, the book could have been a full-fledged novel.
Overall, I enjoyed reading the book and would like to give
thumbs up for author’s first attempt.
Now, the big question – “Would I recommend it to someone?”
My answer is “Yes if the reader is looking for some very
quick crime/thriller fiction.”
Last but not the least, here are some lines worth quoting
from the book:
Fear of death grips
only those people who values life over death.
…any problem can be
solved if approached with dedication, will power, and sincerity.
…no challenge was
unsurmountable…
Title: The
Archers Revenge
Author:
Destination Infinity
Language: English
ISBN-10: 9383303794
ISBN-13: 978-9383303793
Thank you Destination Infinity for giving me the opportunity to review the book. It was definitely worth it!
If there exists a sleeping beauty in world, if has to be a child. And
as they say - beauty lies in the eyed of beholder, the beholder is none other
than a mother. Also, elders say that more the baby sleeps, more it becomes
healthy.
The tiny angels become irritated and throw worst of their tantrums
when they are either hungry or have not slept well. Getting the child to sleep
specially at night is the biggest project every mother has to complete almost
daily. The kid would sleep any-time and anywhere but when we would want them to
go to bed, they magically acquire endless energy of no-where.
My three year old son has his own share of tantrums before going to
bed.
1. The first and foremost requirement to prepare him for the sleep is -
everyone in the family must be asleep or gone to bed with their lights switched
off.
2. He then makes two to three rounds in between our and his grandmother’s
room.
He comes to me and asks for a story. I narrate a story having some
animal - dog or lion or turtle or donkey or some other animal of his choice.
All my stories end with the animal realizing some of his mistake or saying
sorry to friends and parents or agreeing to be a good friend or promising to
share with everyone. My sweetie pie then says that he is already a good boy and
shares things with his friends.
3. He wishes good night and runs back to the grand mom's room. Recently,
he also plays some game for one to two minutes in his grand mom's mobile after
getting in bed with her. Sometimes, he goes through one of his books in
the light of heater.
4. Most of the time, he sleeps there only and comes to our room only if
he wakes up at night. Whenever he wakes up at night, shifting of rooms is a
must for him. He needs dadi (grandmother) if sleeping with me and vice versa.
And yes, one cannot dare and speak when he wake up at night. Someone
else other than the person he need opens his mouth and the little kid get
furious an starts crying so loud that I think neighbours must be able to hear
him!
It's a delight to watch him sleeping.
I have several pictures of him sleeping. I have even managed to capture
him smiling while in sound sleep! Those are the dearest ones to me. The sight
of his sound sleep makes all worries and problems vanish in void. Sometimes, he not only smiles but laugh out
laugh while sleeping. The best is that he even responds and laughs more when
talk to him during that time.
PS - we have stopped putting diaper now. But yes, when we were using
them, good diaper which helped keeping the skin dry did helped him sleep
better. At least he did not wake because of wet bed. On very rare occasions when he does not agree to go wash-room on waking
up, he sometimes wets the bed and asks - "Hun! How is everything wet?”
When we reply that he did it, he replies innocently - "Ricky thought, I do
not know how all this became wet!”
Written in response to Indi blogger campaign – Bedtime Rituals
We all have our own share of dreams. We aspire to fulfil
our dreams one fine day. Some of the dreams do come true, but for many others,
we just have a hope that one day it would become a reality. If I was to have a
superpower or a blessing of no hurdles or constraints - I become 'befikar umarbhar', it would be a bit easy to accomplish some of my dreams.
Below are the five dreams I would convert into reality if I
was #BefikarUmarBhar
1. Travel around the world
I often say this to my husband that I want to see almost
each and every part of world. I dream of the day when every time someone says
that he/she went to some place, I have the answer that I have already been
there. This definitely needs lot of money and time until I work in travel
industry. The further top
five places on my wish list are:
a. Paris
b. Taj Mahal by moon light
c. Kashmir - Heaven on earth
d. Las Vegas - City of dreams
e. Venice and Rome - Lovers paradise
2. Diamond necklaces & Jewelry - lots of them
I have always been fascinated by those beautiful diamond
necklaces in advertisements. I even used to ask my parents to gift me one on my
wedding. They always replied - "That would be all we would be able to do
for your wedding then". Believe me; I had no issues with that. Alas! That
does not happen in real life.
If I do not have to worry about anything specially finances,
I would buy those beautiful pieces. Rings - I can still collect some over the
time.
3. Do Nothing
I love to do nothing. In-fact, many times i refer sleeping
as by hobby. I should thank god for giving me the ability to eat and sleep in
all conditions. Generally people are sleep deprived especially when they are
tensed. Somehow, I cannot recall a single instant when I could not sleep - i
should be thankful to god for this.
If I had no worries - go to office or take care of my child,
I would do absolutely nothing. The maximum I would love to do is eat, sleep and
read dressed in shabbiest clothes of mine.
Read, Sleep and Party
4. Adopt a girl child
Adopting a girl child is one dream I just cannot complete.
Adoption has lot of complications - family support the biggest one. Like 99 percent
of families, mine too goes upside down on the thought. I cannot just let the poor
child suffer mental trauma just for my dream. If I did not have anything or
any-one to think of, I would have adopted on by now!
PS - I am definitely going to support the education of one
girl child for sure - hopefully very soon.
5. Devote my time to Children
My heart cries when I see a child in trouble. May be that's
the same with every mother. I see a picture of a child injured or in trouble,
my heart just sinks deep somewhere. I feel so helpless. If I was worry free for
my whole life, I would definitely go on and help any child in any part of
world.
Disclaimer: This is a writing of fiction. I wanted to write a cute puppy love and this is what I came up with. Read on and listen to the sound of love.
It was valentine's day and as usual the school teachers were extra strict on students. Obviously they did not want any romantic stories building around. Love was and is still considered a taboo during school days. Kids, specially the senior section had their secret gifts and cards hidden perfectly in their school bags. The only things students were interested that day were stories and gossips of proposals, rejections and confessions. I being one of the shy and studious - above average girl was favorites among the obedient students who never created any complaint. The final exams of 11th grade were around the corner and it was submission time for lab files. Mine file was all ready and I gave it to out chemistry teacher who kept that on her desk to sign later. Suddenly, some kid entered into the classroom and announced that I was called upon in chemistry lab. I was sent straight and thinking that there must be some corrections required. As I entered the lab, I saw the mam all red in face. The moment she saw me, she shouted at top of her voice - "What is this?". I replied that it was the practicals file. "This...", she showed a valentines day card with red roses and some cheesy lines written in proposal and was signed with love by the guy named Saransh in our class. I immediately burst into tears and said that I had no idea about it. I tried to convince that I did not even talk to that boy except a formal hello in the morning. Saransh followed me to the lab and was as clueless. He did his best to explain that it was a prank by some mischievous students. But obviously, we were not listened upon and had to listen scoldings of teachers starting from the chemistry teacher to principal. Luckily, the principal showed some mercy and the mater was not reported to our parents. Both of us hated each other and never spoke again till our school lasted.
*** I took admission into college and was enjoying it throughly. That was when a new boy was admitted into our section as the lateral entry to second year. My jaw dropped on seeing him. "God! He is damn good looking.", I recited within myself. He saw me and came straight to my desk - "hey! Same college! Hope we would be friends now". "Saransh!", I said and my inner voice shouted, 'You are not only good looking but have a sexy aroma'. We shook hands and were given corner eyes by many others. This happens to all boys and girls who hit upon well on the very first meeting. Over the time, some maturity had gone into our heads and we laughed upon out hatred story towards each other. We were immediately declared a couple by the students. From the shy obedient students, we had transformed into open and chit-chat youngsters. May be because of bad experience, both of us hated valentines day. Although both of us had really strong feelings towards each other, but we never expressed for the feeling of loosing the friendship. In the farewell party day of college, the mischievous organizers had a competition of proposing your love in the stage and we being known as open couple (at-least in crowd) were requested to give a demo presentation to the students. Saransh did not tell me his plans by saying that the surprise would bring real expressions from me. On the party, I was being handed over a balloon and a flower in every minutes. I knew what it was, but still blushed because of all the 'aww', 'so cute' sounds from all around. Finally just before the start of competition, The dance floor was covered with curtains an everyone was wondering what's up. As the curtains opened, every other girl had tears in her eyes. The floor was all decked up beautifully with love quotes and our pictures - solo/duet/group. I did not had an option to say no since that was supposed to be a demo. So, There we were officially in love at college. We confessed gradually and decided to inform our parents. We were sure that since it was no interacts, out parents would agree. Again, we were wrong. Both families went fuming at the mere thought of love marriage. Being good children, we parted our ways.
**
I was working in an MNC and at the peak of marriageable age for girls. My parents looked for a perfect match and fixed our meeting. My puppy love was fresh in my memories, but had made up my mind to move on. That morning, the family came to our house - to see the girl! I was trapped. The prospective mother in law gave a nod of approval and I was sent to our lobby in the back of house to have a talk with the boy. He was seated with his back facing the entrance on traditional slide we had in the centre. My slippers made some voice as I stepped and he looked behind to acknowledge. "Saransh!", my eyed popped out in surprise. "How in world did you manage this?", I asked trying to keep my voice low. "Amita! God, I should have looked at the picture. I came to say no!", he had tears in his eyes. Our families had choose us! Love and destiny is truly unpredictable. We somehow managed to hide our excitement. There we were, engaged officially by families. The family pandit, gave the date of wedding we hated most - 14th feb. Whatever it was, it was definitely some concrete plan of the supreme power to bring us together. It gave us hints right from that fateful valentine's day in college. All we had to do was believe. *** Ten years after our first valentine day - The day we hated to celebrate is memorised as the grand fat north Indian big fat wedding we had. We are now happily married and most looks upon couple among families. Only two to three very close relatives know our big secret. The sound of love made its way Ito our lives. The more we muted it, louder it echoed.
One fine day, my to-be
husband called me and offered me to drop home. This was how most of our dates
went by - he picked me up from office, we spent some good time in the malls,
restaurant etc and then he would drop me home. As I sat in the car, I was surprised
to find one more girl sitting at the back seat. She introduced herself as his
friend in need. She had to visit the nearby mall and buy a watch for her
sister's birthday. We agreed to help her out. Both of us tried almost each and
every watch present in Lifestyle and finally choose two. Now, the task was to
select between best. I gave my verdict that if I had to buy, which out of the two I would buy. With this, we bid goodbye to his friend and left for home. While we
were driving back, I saw a packet on the back seat and asked if he had brought
anything. He said that nothing, it was just some packet which was lying below
and he placed it over. We chatted all way and he dropped me home safely.
Alas! I do not have
any picture of those roses. The watch, I wear that almost every other day and
have got many complements from people. Every time someone complements that
watch, I blush within with the sweet memory.
We are now about to
celebrate our fifth wedding anniversary and I have a simple plan – check it out
Fifth Anniversary Plans.
Thank you Rishi for sending me the review copy. It was my
first review on request and I must confess that I was more than delighted when
you contacted me. I did not believe at first thinking that message to be some
spam, but took the risk to reply. I could not believe when I saw the book on my
door-step. Thanks a ton for the opportunity.
About the Author: Green MBA from San Francisco State
University and a Masters Diploma in Environmental Law, Rishi Vohra now writes
for delWine and is a Certified Specialist of Wine (CSW). Know more about
him at his website - http://rishivohra.com/
BOOK REVIEW ★★★
The Blurb says:
An aspiring filmmaker. The dizzying heights of Bollywood
and a strained father-son relationship.
Rayhan Arora's long cherished
dream is to be a filmmaker in the Hindi Film Industry but his formidable father
has other plans a successful financial career in Corporate America and a
marriage of convenience with Vanita, a medical student in the US.
In a final act of desperation, Rayhan abandons his
promising life in California and secretly returns to Mumbai to work as an
Assistant Director in Bollywood. The characters he encounters along the way
become part of his journey of self-discovery - a self-proclaimed local goon
with a penchant for acting; a powerful local politician who wants to marry
Rayhan's part-time domestic help, who in turn covets stardom; an angst-ridden,
homosexual film director; ego-ridden film stars with twisted agendas; and the mysterious
Viola who captures his heart.
HiFi in Bollywood takes the reader from the streets of
Berkeley to the film studios of Mumbai; from red-light areas to police stations
and from reality to dreams and back to reality again!
About the Cover: The vibrant colors did caught my attention
and I would have definitely taken a look at it of I saw it in a bookstore.
What I Felt About The Book:
To be honest, I was impressed on reading the very positive
reviews of John Abraham and Hritik Roshan on the cover. I started reading the
book with high expectations. Expectations that did not met completely.
Had the book been written by some very famous writer, I
bet it would have become best-seller by now. After all – name sells.
HiFI in Bollywood came out as an average on time read for
me. But, if I have to recommend it someone, I have to think twice.
The character of Rayhan’s father was the best among all.
I find his emotions described quite well.
What I liked about the book:
1. The message - Whatever may be the situation; we should
follow our heart and do what we love the most. With best efforts put in, luck
would automatically come in.
2. HIFI - Explanation to term was good. I also like the
full form - Hindi Film Industry.
3. Easy and Quick Read - The language was very simple and
the book did not require much effort and time to read on.
What I did not like about the book:
1. Predictability: though the effort of author to create
some mystery was very much evident, but I have to say that the book failed
miserably on that. I was able to predict the plot behind most mysterious
character Voila.
2. Lack of struggle - The main character did had his share of problems, but I have read and
seen struggles much more severe than this. He had all in place way too easily.
3. Almost no lines for my diary - as I am used to of
noting down some lines good enough to be called as quotes it sayings, the book
disappointed me in that section. Again, that's my personal interest!
It’s worth a one-time read if someone genuinely loves
Bollywood.
Wait, it's not over, Out of sheer habit, I did managed to jot down some lines...:)
You are doing something you believe in.
You must live your life the way you want and stand on your feet.
Just stroke their egos and they all fall in line.
By admitting you're wrong, you only become the bigger person.
2015, Feb 4: The 28-year-old woman's body was found on
February 4 in a field near a highway.... Many key organs were missing from
body. Sticks, stones, blades and condoms had been stuffed into her private
parts.... two stones were inserted into the slain woman's anus. Her face was
eaten by animals; her heart and lungs and heart were found missing. Also her
skull had fractures and there were deep injury marks on her thighs and chest...
There was a 16cm long and 4cm wide
stick-like article in her vagina. We presume that a longer stick was used and
it may have broken inside her. We also found a number of condoms in her vagina
2012, Dec 16: A 23-year-old Indian student has been
allegedly gang-raped inside a bus in the capital... She has intestinal damage
after being repeatedly hit with a blunt object on her abdomen, and doctors say
the extent of genital damage indicates that a blunt object was also probably
shoved up her private parts.... According to reports, one of the accused men
admitted to having seen a rope-like object, assumed to be her intestines, being
pulled out of the woman by the other assailants on the bus.
If that's not enough, read below:
2013, Jun 16: A five-year-old girl was brutally raped and
then abandoned near a metro station in Gurgaon... She had blood and mud all
over her. She was in a terrible state,..
2014, Oct 22: Toddler raped in Bangalore school
2015, Jan 31: A three-year-old girl was allegedly raped and
found unconscious in naked condition hanging upside down from a tree...
Sometime in 2013: a five-year-old girl was sexually
assaulted in Gandhi Nagar area of East Delhi several times by her neighbor who
abducted and kept her hostage inside his flat for four days... she was violated
with pieces of a candle and a 200ml bottle... The young girl's genital area was
so damaged by the two monsters who raped her that she needed extensive
reconstructive surgery.
They say
that "The Darkest Hour Of The Night
Is Just Before The Dawn".
For the
nation which boasts about women empowerment on eac and every possible platform
- Election manifestos, textbooks, magazines, newspapers, debates and even the
Republic Day celebrations which were witnessed all over the world this year,
the dawn does not seem nearer anywhere. Our honorable Prime Minister Mr.
Narendra Modi did tried his best by making sure that the females were leading
almost sections of parade. All television and radio channels keep shouting
about 'Beti Bachao Abhiyaan' (Save Girl Child Campaign). But the question which
comes to every parent is - "What world are we giving our daughters birth
into?" When I was expecting with my son, my brother in law once blurted
out - "It should not be a girl or we would have a 24*7 job of just
guarding her.". His statement actually made everyone think.
Some say
it's just another day in North India. I say it's just another day in world. We
can call these men monsters or anything, but nothing has changed. We protest
for some days and then get back to our work.
The mother
of brave heart Nirbhaya asks - Why do we wait for a big incident before we
react to violence? Why we are content with just 10 days of outrage each time a
rape is reported? Why don’t we insist that the system changes?
Delhi high
court gave out the fast track conviction of crime against women. Again, there
is only question, no answer - How many cases have gone through fast-track? How
many accused were convicted? Even the accused that brought this are still alive
filling petition after petitions. No doubt, Law is blind.
The police say
on recent mentally challenged victim - "Criminals who were involved in
similar cases before are also being questioned." Criminals involved in
similar cases are still alive and out!!!
Thus
summarized and end any conversation/debate we can ever have on so called WOMEN
EMPOWERMENT.
Some comment
on a news page grabbed my attention. The person said - Women empowerment seemed
to be just a passing point in elections. Does anyone know what woman
empowerment means? it means that women like men can walk around without fear,
have opportunities...but in a country like ours, women are scared or angry all
the time, scared at what might happen, angry at what happens....oh god such a
curse being born in this goddamn country. It is no country for women.
Sometimes,
below video makes me nod and say - "Yes it's my fault."
I am all
lost and terrified in search of all answers. I read an amazing blogpost -
"Making Molestor”
some time back which justified the behavior of men/boys/monsters to some
extent. Then, there is Madhuri Dixit Nene pleading to teach our boys to behave
like a girl.
I have
colleagues who joke about Women Day. Some of them even complain about
unnecessary importance and advantages given to women. Then, they themselves
give the answer. They see a woman smoking and points out - "Look, the girl
is blowing smoke". They shut themselves with my answer - "Why her?
Have you ever pointed me a boy smoking or littering on road?".
I fear that I would not be alive to see the DAWN for women in this
world where the DARKEST HOUR is ruling for ages.
What comes
to your mind with reference to WOMEN EMPOWERMENT?
I am sorry Tanishq, to link this post this under your beautiful prompt.
But then, I could not stop my fingers ramming on the keyboard. At-least I refrain myself from submitting under the same!
I opened my inbox
this morning and a pleasant surprise awaited for me. I have been nominated
"The Versatile Blogger Award" by not one, but two of my fellow
bloggers.
Here is my big
thank you to both Uttpal K and Aditya
for considering me.
Aditya Sinha blogs
at Facets of Adi - Enigma
Unfolded . He writes beautiful poems and shares them to world. Thank you
for the nomination Aditya and the wonderful poem.
Uttpal K blogs at Fashionable Foods . He is one of
the regular readers who stop by and comment on my posts. Can’t believe you
called me 'The Writer'. Thank you once again Uttpal
This is my first
ever blog award and I do not have the right words to express my feeling and
happiness. I consider it a big honour to be recognized for my efforts which I
love to put in. Recognition in any form is the best form of motivation. It
makes us feel required.
Defining myself in
seven points that too facts is preety tough job. Let me try:
1. Mother:
Personally I am a doting mother (yeah, motherhood takes over wife in no time!)
who cannot get enough of smiles, happiness and love of her kid.
2. Reader: I love
reading. The reading mostly includes fiction and love stories have found their
own sweet space there.
3. Dreamer: This
is something I have been thinking for a while now. I dream of writing and
publishing my own book someday. Let's wait and watch for the D-day.
4. Professional: I
am a Software Quality Analyst by nature. My day is made when a software release
is stopped because of the bugs/defects raised by me.. : P
5. Carefree: This
is one tag given to me by people close to me. I tend to take things lightly and
let them go very easily. Sometimes, I may make unnecessary fuss over small
things, but then they are set free as fast they were taken to heart.
Well, believe me,
these 5 points have taken a lot of thinking out of my head and for the rest
two, I leave that to my readers. Please do the needful in comments and I would
update here..:)
Last but not the
least, below are the nominations from my end for the award:
I am again out of
list. Many other names I considered were already nominated by someone and thus,
I tried my best to include first timers in this category. My nominees are
mostly those who have either followed me (my generous thanks) or have been regular
commentator (They take time to read and respond back) on my blog. I know I
might have missed some, please excuse me for the same as I am in such hurry to
post it over and cannot think more.
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"humpty dumpty sat on the wall" She repeated after her - "Huty dety sat a wall". Sneha burst in laughter as her angel jumped behind her. They were headed to home after daily visit to nearest play park. "All the king horses..." Sneha did not get any answer. Sneha looked behind to call Nikki. Her eyes widened. Nikki was no-where to be seen. "NIKKI", she shouted at the top of we voice. She looked all around. There was no tree, no pot, no wall till almost 500 meters. She had no idea where to look. Her heart sank. She ran in all directions. Sneha has brought her love into the world all alone. She had no choice. After those heartless drunkards left her bleeding and lifeless. She took the decision against all odds. There was no mistake of the new life in that. If god wanted to have her the motherhood this way, she accepted it. 'Love makes you complete', she had heard. Nikki's love made her life complete. She was the reason for her to smile in all odds. "NIKKI, baby where are you?", She trembled in terror. Her face was wet with tears. "NIKKi, please call mumma...". She suddenly sat breathless and looked at her side. Nikki was sleeping with her hand held tightly into her. Sneha kissed her forehead and held her with care. Why do people call them dreams. They are nightmares. No other word can replace them. She wiped off the sweat from her forehead and her eyes closed by themselves in a while. Within minutes, she was again seeing something - this time, it was a dream. She whispered - "You are my life and love Nikki. My first and last love.".
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