Right on the nose

Tomorrow was a big day for Salma but she was so stressed out that she couldn’t stop eating sweets, especially chocolates.

Her mom told her again and again that she better stop or on her wedding day, she will have an acne eruption all over her face, but as we all know, when a person is under stress, chocolates help us to relax so the chocolate binging went on.

On the day of the wedding, when Salma got up there it was, right on the tip of her nose a red pimple had appeared.

Mom….. she yelled loudly as soon as she saw her face in the mirror causing her mother to rush to her bedroom but there was little that could be done to the offending zit, except asking the makeup lady to disguise it the best she could.

When the groom made his appearance, he was holding a hanky to his nose, and when he lowered the hanky, a pimple could be seen on his nose too which he couldn’t cover with foundation.

The guest all enjoyed this sight and exclaimed that the bride and the groom are very well matched!

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

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Strokes of the brush

With measured strokes of the brush, Danny was putting finishing touches to her latest painting.

When she was a child due to an accident, she lost vision in her left eye but her right eye was mercifully spared.

The pain and despondency over the loss took her into a deep depression and it was only after a lot of loving persuasion from her mother that she returned to her most beloved passion, painting.

And just a few years later, she was earning a good name for herself from her talent.

Her parents never tired of telling anyone who was willing to listen, of their daughter’s immense talent and dedication.

The door to the studio opened and her agent stepped in, “Wow Danny this is another masterpiece my dear, this will be the centerpiece of your solo exhibition”,

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

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Fear is the key

I was in grade school when I read Alistair MacLean’s book, “Fear is the key”.

I loved the book and later I watched the movie with my father and enjoyed it too, but the title always intrigued me, what did it mean?

Is it fear that holds the secret of us being careful in life, or is it the reason we do certain things because we fear failure?

Fear for our safety is a pressure valve that makes us careful about not putting ourselves in danger but it is also the reason that we don’t step out of our comfort zone and take risks that can at times help us go ahead in life.

There are many quotes about fear, like we have nothing to fear but fear itself, fear is the mother of foresight, and have no fear of perfection, you’ll never achieve it!

My favorite interpretation of this quote is that the fear of God keeps us on the straight path.

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Written in response to Six Sentences Story- Key, hosted by Girlie on the edge’s blog-Denise

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On the edge

There was a loud crash as the plate slipped from the edge of the table and broke into tiny pieces.

After a moment of stunned silence, everyone jumped into action, some trying to collect the broken pieces and others making sure the kids were out of harm’s way.

Operation clean-up didn’t take long as many hands were helping in the task.

Now was the time for the inquisition!

Who placed the plate there on the edge where it was sure to tumble down?”

Jack the youngest and the shortest came forward bravely, “I’m sorry granny but it was as high as I could reach” he said, his lips trembling in anticipation of a dressing down but what he got instead was a big hug from granny.

Image courtesy; Lady sighs

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

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Uncertainty!

Fluid situations are not something I’m comfortable with, but that’s life.

With time and age, one learns to roll with the punches, go with the flow or adapt to the circumstances.

Gone are the days when I would imagine things or events in my mind a certain way and work hard to make that happen. Invariably some thing would go astray, having a chain reaction and then I’d have to adjust everything.

Now I start with a working idea and keep on changing it to fit the circumstances, instead of doing it the other way around.

If the situation is fluid, one should flow with it so that we can achieve our goals more amicably!

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

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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.

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

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Burned

The ashes were blown into the swirling gust of wind like confetti.

She stood back satisfied with her handiwork.

Now no one could tell what she had written in those love letters.

The betrayal had torn her heart apart and it hadn’t healed even after all those years, but today burning those letters written long ago brought her something she had been seeking.

Now she felt cleansed like all that guilt and sorrow had been washed off of her soul.

Now she could start living again!

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

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How much control do we have?

I think that we delude ourselves when we think that we can exercise full control over the direction our lives take.

Take my life for example; I was studying medicine, concentrating especially on the subjects related to surgery and planning to be a surgeon.

What happened instead was that I married with one year to go before my studies were to be completed, had a baby and despite trying to go back to the med school, didn’t get the chance to do it.

My saving grace is that I bend with my circumstances, I mold and adjust my thinking to my given situation, and don’t regret what could’ve been or should’ve been.

I think the only thing I do control in my life is the way I think and how I react to my circumstances.

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

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Coming to terms

Cynthia was an idealist even as a young girl, always wanting things to be perfect and being disappointed when they weren’t.

Her family, especially her parents tried their best to prepare her for the harsh realities of the real world but deep down she never gave up her idealism.

At school, she expected to score the highest in every subject and would be depressed if she was the second-best in any subject.

But, life as they say is a harsh teacher and when she entered practical life, she realized that to survive she had to dial down her expectations.

As she came to terms with reality, she found a surprising truth; life is easier if you don’t hold yourself up to exacting standards.

Life was now not a trial but an adventure.

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Written in response to Six Sentences Story- Term, hosted by Girlie on the edge’s blog- Denise

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Family Tree

My younger brother called me a few months back and asked if I can get in touch with some of our aunts and uncles to get information about our ancestry. His children, more than him were interested in making a family tree.

It seemed an uphill task as both of our parents and all four grandparents have passed away. How to get the relevant information and from whom was the tricky question because there are no long-term birth or death records maintained in our country, at least a few generations ago.

Anyway, I contacted my mom’s eldest sister who has a phenomenal memory to try to get the names of her grandparents, great-grandparents, their spouses, siblings, etc, and the same task I requested of my father’s younger brother.

It took them quite a long time but finally, a skeletal family tree has been constructed, populated by people from three generations back, but now he has lost interest in the whole project!

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

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