Where we would be without family?

Family – Image by KL Caley

For visually challenged writers, the image shows two large swans and 3 smaller swans all swimming together.


Life is funny at times.

A tiff with your siblings or parent and you start thinking what a burden family is. And it is absolutely true that those who we love most have the greatest power to wound our hearts. But having said that, these same people do have the power to give us the best moments of our lives. Because joy comes through love!

Jessica was in a sullen and dark mood when she set out for her walk along the park track. She just had words with her mom. She usually went along well with her mother but one thing that always irritated her was when her mom would lecture her as if she was still 5 years old and not almost 17.

During her walk she saw the swan family in the pond. She saw how the parents were protectively floating around the little ones and would often help one or the other to keep them all together. She realized that what her own mother was doing was also the same. She wanted her to be safe and keep out of trouble. She felt sorry that she was rude to her mom.

“I think I’ll buy her some chocolate on the way back!” She thought.

Where would we be without the protective circle of our family?


Written for WritePhoto # Family, hosted by KL Caley



Am I alone?


“I ask you for two minutes of your valuable time. Listen to the poem in this insightful video.”

I await your reflections on whatever thoughts arise in you.


Being alone is different from loneliness

I am never lonely, because I’m always with myself

But being alone is a state that I cherish sometimes

At times, company is good, and family or friends welcomed

But then too much noise, too much hustle-bustle

Makes me crave a bit of solitude and a bit of quietude

Where I can hear myself think

Where my heart, my soul talks to my Creator

If I don’t get my much-desired me-time, I make it for myself

By sitting alone in the quiet of the night and thinking, deep thoughts!


Written for RXC # 231, hosted by Reena



The scenic view

We are always in a hurry to get where we want to, taking the shortest possible route and getting frustrated when we encounter traffic jams and delays.

It’s a well known saying to stop and smell the roses/flowers for we live just once, but we especially in today’s world disregard this as we think what we need to do is way more important and breaking the journey is only a waste of time.

Sometimes, fate steps in and gives us a detour that takes us on another route, different from where we planned to go, along the scenic route.

A blocked road, a flat tire, or a breakdown of the car cause hindrance to our travel but changes the time frame of our journey.

Who knows what dangers are averted when we travel in a different time frame or take a new route, for we cannot see the parallel timelines.

These detours of life sometimes brings very pleasant surprises along the way.


Written for Six Sentences Story- Detour , hosted by Girlie on the edge’s blog- Denise



Espresso moment- response

Selma Martin has started this series of uplifting posts.

Here’s my contribution;

“ You can’t rely on how you look to sustain you, what sustains us, what is fundamentally beautiful is compassion; for yourself and for those around you”

Lupita Nyong’o

True beauty is the beauty of the soul, the generosity of our spirit and the kindness that we show to ourselves and others around us!



Choice of words


” I know nothing in the world that has as much power as a word. Sometimes I write one, and look at it , until it begins to shine.”

Emily Dickinson.


Words, written or spoken can change our lives, thoughts, and perspectives. They indeed have more power than anything else.

While speaking, the correct choice is more important because once said, we can never unsay it. Most wise people advise us to think and weigh our words before we utter them.

The written word however has a bit of flexibility. We can write it, think about it, ponder its appropriateness, and then we can replace it with another or better word. A blogger has only one tool and those are the words they use. Choose them with care. Both in writing your post and in comments, because sometimes they convey a message we didn’t intend.

Words are, of course, the most powerful drug used by mankind”

Rudyard Kipling


Thank you Tanya for keeping this conversation alive.

Written for Blogging Insights- NF # 39, hosted by Dr Tanya



In summer

Beneath the shade of Bunyan tree
Away from the blazing hot summer sun
The lily floating unconcernedly in the pond
Invites me to reflect on the paradox of life
Pure and exquisite it thrives in murky waters

Sometimes even in the swamps of mud and slime
Yet it remains pure, untouched by the muck around it
Can we too remain pure, surrounded by the grime of immortality?


Written for;Tuesday writing prompt, use the words summer, lily, and pond in a piece of writing



What’s that smell?

Today’s title, “What’s that smell?” comes from Vince’s response when he opened the refrigerator door when we got back. I wasn’t going to use it, but Terri Webster Schrandt and I had a good laugh about it, so there it is.

aqua fish platter
The smell of sweet memories 
Always has a place in my heart
It takes me back to a happy place
Reminding of joys of long ago

I remember I was 4 or 5 and we were living in Mangla, a place where American engineers were collaborating with the Pakistani government to build a huge hydroelectric dam.

The Americans had built a small residential complex over there and had a cinema, a bowling alley and a small restaurant. Whenever we had time we would go to the cinema with our parents and on the way back would have French fries at the restaurant. Whenever I smell freshly frying fries, my mind wanders back to those days of innocent pleasures.

Mangla Dam

The olfactory stimulus is a very powerful evoker of nostalgia. Nothing is more powerful than scent to bring back the memories. Smelling your mom’s perfume or your dad’s aftershave reminds you instantly of them. We forget incidents, conversations, and actions but we remember smells!

Written for WQW # 17- Smell, hosted by Marsha




All through my life, 
There’s been one guiding light
That showed me the way
Through all the strife
My faith
It supported me when I was faltering
It bolstered my confidence when it was shaky
It lit up the path I needed to take in the dark
Where would I be
Without my faith, my guiding light?


Written for; Weekly Prompt –Guiding Light – May 10, 2022