The park at the Intersection

There was great excitement in the toy land. A new park was being opened today at the intersection of the Main Street and Jolly Avenue. The toys, all had gathered outside the gates waiting for the toy land Mayor, Mr Binngles to do the honors. As the time for opening came and then passed, all the toys got impatient, specially the little ones. They had made plans to play with the others on the park swings, slides and the seesaws.

A spokesman for the Mayor came up to the waiting crowd and apologized for the delay. It seemed that Mr Binngles was still busy with a previous commitment and was not able to perform the opening of the park. As the crowd started grumbling , the spokesman said in a soothing voice, that since the Mayor couldn’t be there, would the Elphy, the elephant do the opening because he was the senior most toy there.

Among lots of applause, the park at the intersection was open to the immense delight of the toy land toys.





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Sunshine Bloggers award #6

Another nomination by Tom of the Slumdog Soldier for the Sunshine Bloggers Award!

The rules are;

• Thank the person who nominated you and provide a link back to their blog so others can find them.

• Answer the 11 questions asked by the blogger who nominated you.

• Nominate 11 other bloggers and ask them 11 new questions.

• Notify the nominees about it on one of their own posts.

• List the rules and display the Sunshine Blogger Award logo on your post and/or your blog site.

Thanks a lot Tom, for this nomination. I am honored and truly grateful. Tom is writing a great blog. Please visit and check it out for yourself.

His questions for me;

1. Where are you from?

I am a citizen of the world. I consider the entire world as my home.

2. Do you think of yourself more as an early bird or night owl?

I can be both. Some days I am an early to bed and early to rise person, though I doubt that I gain any wisdom or wealth from it! And there are days that I don’t sleep till wee hours of morning. In both cases I use my time writing my blog.

3. What is your birthstone?

I think it’s Topaz, though not sure.

4. What’s your favourite season of the year and why?

I love it when seasons change. Those are my favorite times.

5. What’s a favourite quote that’s really inspired you?

Cheer up, things can always be worse.

6. If you could choose one fantasy world to visit for a day, which one would it be?


7. How do you like to wind down after a busy day?

Curl up on the couch with a decaf coffee and do some blogging, while my husband is sitting next to me binge watching some violent series. I give him company and he gives me company. And we do our own different things !

8. What would your dream job be?

A taster for a four star vegetarian restaurant.

9. Why did you start blogging?

I had no intentions of blogging but a friend of mine started a blog on WordPress and to read her posts I made an account on WordPress. And every time I would open the app it would invite me to start my blog. And one day, in a move that even surprised me, I did start my blog.

10. What have you enjoyed most about blogging so far?

I love the fact that I can write what is in my mind and in my heart. Also that people here are so generous and supportive that they make you feel like part of the family, blogging family.

11. Which of your own blog posts would you recommend to new readers first?

I am like a mother, I love all my posts for one reason or the other. If you have time, please read all of them. I have one regular post, the one that I have conceived, and written from my heart, almost everyday. Other then that, I do write for daily prompts, but I try to write them with a message in them.

My Questions;

What quality you like best in others?

What quality you like best in yourself?

How important is your blog to you?

Do you think that your blogging personality is different from your real life personality? ( Borrowed from Fandango)

You have won a free vacation, all expense paid. Where will you go?

Which is the most played song on your playlist?

If someone paid you to write a blog for them, will you?

What is one thing you like best about blogging?

Do you think people should do their own thing or conform to the expectations of others?

We have been bust destroying the nature and polluting it. How would you reverse the situation?

If your country is invaded by aliens, what would you do?

My nominees;

The Eclectic Contrarian


The bag Lady

Smell the coffee

Suziland too or obtuse childhood

Wandering of an Elusive Mind

Sanah of A pause for Nature

Salted Caramel

Not so modern girl

Thoughts for Change

Fun with Philosophy

I want to say a couple of things.

1: If I have already nominated you for an award, and you told me that you don’t do awards, I may have forgotten it and done it again. So please disregard this nomination and accept my apologies!😛

2: If any of you are not interested in this award and its accompanying formalities, please feel free to disregard this nomination.

I am so grateful to all my blogging family for the continued support. Thanks a lot. If anyone else wants to take up this nomination, please do. I will be very grateful.



A tea party.

The table setting looked impressive. Just waiting for the guests to arrive. Alice had made sure that all the goodies were in ample supply. She know that her guest loved gingerbread and the sugar plums. The room was decorated by the colorful bunting and the happy birthday poster specially made for the party. Tinsel was adorning the mantel shelf. And balloons of red and black color were adding to the festive feel of the room. All was ready for the tea party.

The door opened with a bang and in came the queen of hearts. She had her usual entourage with her all creating an unbecoming brouhaha in the room. White Rabbit entered holding his watch and frowning over it. I am late, he said to no one in particular. Alice stepped forward and loudly announced, Let’s start the party! A happy birthday to the queen!

Written for the following;

Your daily word prompt;


HW word prompts

Gingerbread, sugar plum ,tinsel


Quote me 321: Communications

Rory of a Guy called Bloke and K9 Doodlepips has tagged me for the Quotes on Communication.

Communication is all about putting what you’re thinking into words, effectively. Words said at appropriate moment can change lives. Humans are the only species on earth with the power of speech. How we use this is up to us. This art needs to be developed, honed and utilized properly to achieve desired results. Our communication skills can serve us in all the areas of live, personal, professional and public. Use it to enhance your private relationships and improve the professional life. Having good communication skill as a writer can be extremely useful for not only conveying our thoughts to our readers but to influence them in a positive manner

This is another paradox. People who should be saying what is on their mind are silent and those who haven’t two thoughts to put together are talking non-stop. As a community is because of communications, we must let the wise and experienced among us, speak. There is a saying that, We are given two ears and one mouth so that we listen twice as much as we talk. Let the wisest among us talk and the other listen.

Thanks a lot Rory for the tag. As I understand, this is the last in series, till next year so I am not tagging anyone. You all are welcome to join in.



Q and A Tag. Come Chat with Me

Winnie of Musings has tagged me for this challenge. Thanks a lot . I appreciate it. Winnie is an amazing blogger. She is sweet and funny and caring. You must drop by her blog, if you don’t already follow her.

The rules:

1. Answer the questions you receive (straight, funny, absurd, up to you)

2. Create three questions of your own for those that you tag to answer

3. Tag three people

Her Questions;

1. What’s your favorite Christmas movie?

Home Alone, the first one.

2. What’s your favorite Christmas tradition?

I don’t celebrate Christmas as a religious holiday so I don’t have any traditions to follow.

3. What was your most memorable Christmas and why?

See the answer above.

And having explained that I don’t celebrate Christmas as a religious festival, I enjoy the holidays and have fun with family.

I would like to ask ;

1. Which is the most fun vacation you have had?

2. Do you love summers or winter?

3. Which is your favorite blog post? Please share a link.

I am tagging:

A Guy Called Bloke and K9 Doodlepips

Salted Caramel

The Haunted Wordsmith


The certainty

I have a certainty, a strong belief

You will be my anchor and support

A friend who is indubitably there

Whenever I need her or am in pain

She would give me courage and counsel

Making light of all that trouble

Laughing with me to lighten the burden

Share the harebrained escapades together

The electric and eccentric adventures

That we plan and execute in our madness

The sheer joy of having a kindred spirit

A friend, a twin soul or a sister

And I have a certainty and faith

That she will be my anchor and support

Written for the following;

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Daily fun Three December 13th

A new Daily Fun Three front Rory, of A Guy Called Bloke and K9 Doodlepips has posed another challenge.

Name Three …

Three of your childhood books?

All of the Enid Blyton books.

Three of your best memories?

The day I got married, the three days when my three kids were born and the day I started my blog.

Things that are yellow and triangular?

A yellow triangle sign, meaning trouble, Grilled cheese sandwich and a square yellow paper cut diagonally!

Wishes you would like to be granted if you had a magic genie lamp?

I would wish for a healthy successful live for all of my family, A certain politician to be removed with disgrace and for the people of world to become tolerant and accepting

Beautiful places you have ever visited?

Skagit Valley Tulip festival, Washington, Dolmabaché Palace, Istanbul and Washington DC

Things you fall back on to make you feel better when having a bad day?

Talking to myself, meditation and listening to music.

Things that best describe your family?

A lot of respect for each other’s space x 3

Of your favourite blogs?

A Guy Called Bloke and K9 Doodlepips, Fandango and Crushed Caramel

Things you would choose if you had ten minutes in your favourite store if you didn’t have to pay for them?

Books, Pandora bracelets and cosmetics

Dishes you can cook in less than 15 minutes and ready to eat direct from serve?

Eggs, all styles, Tofu and stir fry vegetables

Pet peeves?

Intolerance, dishonesty and disrespect.

Bird species beginning with the name G?

Goose, Gander and Geese.

Of your most favourite letters from the alphabet?

S , ( my initial)N ( husband’s initial) and M (Father’s initial)

Of the most boring things you have ever done?

Washing dishes ( no innovation can be done here), Vacuuming and talking o boring people who keep on asking the same questions again and again.

Questions you would ask of your pet if you could?

Had chicken as a kid, but none after that. I don’t think that there would be any interesting topic of conversation between me and a chicken. Unless they can tell me which came first, chicken or the egg!

Of your favourite cartoons from now or when younger?

Pink panther, Looney toons and Tom and Jerry.

Of the emoticons you use the most when writing or in social media or comments?


Why don’t you try this fun challenge.


FTS The snow angel Dec 4

A new Finish the story from Teresa of The Haunted Wordsmith ;


1. Copy the story as it appears when you receive it (and the rules please)

2. Add somehow to the story in which ever style and length you choose

3. Be sure to pingback or comment on the original post please. Please use the tag THWFTS.

4. Tag only 1 person to continue the story

5. Have fun!

Teresa’s part;

Harriet loved the Christmas season. Everything went up Thanksgiving evening and didn’t come down until New Year’s Eve. People could see her Christmas tree from the other end of the block.

This year, Harriet’s theme was the snow angel. Her tree was flocked with white, glistening snow and decorated with cherubs and angels of all shapes, sizes, and colors. Tiny angels surrounded snowmen on the mantle and Santa even had a young angel girl riding in the sleigh with him, while Mrs. Claus entertained a Snow Angel Brownie troop back at the North Pole.

Her house was filled with Christmas music and everywhere she looked, there was joy. Everywhere except in her heart. No one knew how lonely Harriet was and how much she longed for company. Oh, neighbors would stop at the door when caroling and families would wave as they walked past, but none came to visit.

Two weeks before Christmas a snowstorm struck the town and left behind nearly a foot of snow. Mr. Chen and Mr. Howard were kind enough to snowplow the neighborhood’s sidewalk. They salted the main walk and all the way up to Harriet’s door.

“Thank you, gentlemen,” she said as they tossed a final handful of salt on her porch. “Would you like to come in for hot chocolate?”

The two men smiled and made their apologies for not having time, and went on their way. Harriet understood, but was saddened just the same. She closed her front door and went into the kitchen to pour herself a cup. While looking out the back window, she gasped.

“Well, I wonder who made that,” she said. “It’s a perfect snow angel.”

She looked around for footprints, but there were none. Just a perfect little angel in the snow.

Tale from the mind of Kristian’s part;

Then as she stood there in her pink woollen cardigan, with her slippers slowly getting wet from the melting snow, Harriet, gazed up and saw something amazing, something magical.

As Angel hovered in the sky, just by her old Oak tree, flapping its white’s wings. He was a male angel, who looked quite old and had a lopsided golden halo over his bald head.

“Oh, Excuse me. I do apologise for making an impression in the snow. I’ve not had these wings for very long and I jumped out of your tree, but didn’t get the hang of them in time, so I landed face down in your garden. I am sorry. I’m just so clumsy, I fumble all the time.”

Slightly bewildered, Harriet gaped open-mouthed and just managed to mumble “That’s quite alright”.

“My Names Clarence. What’s yours?” he flew down towards her and held out his hand then awkwardly nearly knocked her over.

“I’m Harriet,” she said as she shook his hand. It was warm and he had a nice friendly smile, so she decided to be hospitable. “Would you like to come in for a cup of tea?” she offered.

“Well, that’s very kind of you. Yes, I would, very much. I haven’t had a good cup of tea in simply ages.”

As she put the kettle on, she heard banging coming from the living room. He certainly was a very clumsy Angel.

Clarence had knocked over her easel and there was paint all over the floor. He picked up her latest picture, it was a painting of the local park, with the ducks on the pond and some children playing with a toy boat.

“Did you paint this?” Clarence asked.

“Yes, yes I did. Do you like it?” Harriet was so pleased. She had learned to paint at college and had always enjoyed it, but no one had ever come in for long enough for her to show her paintings to. They were mostly of the local area, they usually had children in them.

“I think it is a masterpiece,” Clarence said, “I think you need to share this with other people. In fact, I’ve made up my mind, I am going to……”

Part three; ( My contribution)

“Plan an exhibition of your paintings. We will get the local art gallery to arrange it and all the town people will see it. They will realize how talented you are”

Harriet was very flattered by the praise from Clarence. But she didn’t think that she could afford the cost of holding the exhibition. And who would she invite? She had no friends in the area. Clarence overruled all her objections and assured her that every thing will be taken care of.

He departed after have a cup of tea in Harriet’s kitchen. They had a lovely chat over tea, with Harriet sharing a lot of her feelings of loneliness and isolation with the angle.

The next day, there was a knock on her door. She had been busy with cleaning up the mess made by Clarence yesterday. She wasn’t expecting anyone and was surprised at the knock. When she opened the door, a middle-aged man was at her doorstep. ” Are you Harriet” he asked. When she told that she was, he asked her about her paintings. ” What do you want to know?” She asked. She still hadn’t connected this visit with the occurrence of yesterday. ” I am Roberts, from the art gallery at the city center. You were referred to us by one of our clients ” he said. ” I wanted to see how many paintings you want exhibited and which date is convenient for you. We have a surprise open slot for this coming Saturday” Harriet was feeling quite overwhelmed by all this but she took her visitor inside and showed him her paintings. They were all in her den, laying haphazardly on every available space. Mr Roberts was …….

To continue the story, I will tag;

The Britchy to give it further direction.



The Tree Decorator

Brownie was a little golden brown teddy bear. He was very fond to tree decorating and always wanted to help when the family got up the tree. But no one understood that. He was always placed carefully at one side by Timothy, his owner. Timothy himself wasn’t given any important tasks in the tree decoration as he was just six, and a wee bit too short to be of much help anyway.

This year the tree was a splendid one. Very majestic and grand. It was decorated with beautiful glass ornaments, glass angles and lights. Only the tree topper was left for the next day. When the family had all gone to their rooms, Brownie grabbed a sparkly red star and thought that he would hang it on the top of the tree, thus completing the beautiful masterpiece. He started to climb the tree, going from branch to the other. As he was almost to the top, the plan almost failed. Timothy, who had remembered that he had left Brownie downstairs, came into the family room at that moment. The Teddy bear froze in the place he was. It wasn’t a done thing for humans to see the toys moving by themselves. Timothy looked for his Teddy everywhere but didn’t see him. It was then that Teddy fumbled and the star dropped to the floor with a thud. Timothy looked where the disturbance was and saw that his Teddy was on the tree. This was so strange. He saw the sparkly red star on the floor besides the tree and picked it up. Then he got on a chair, reached up to take his Teddy down and managed to place the star on the top of the tree!

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Holiday Fun

Time for a break.

Thinking of going on a holiday

Pack up the bags, and get out the money

You know there is a lot of planning to do

It’s a bit of hassle and bother too

But what would we do if there is no break to

Recharge the batteries and enjoy the vacation

Go and have some holiday fun

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