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This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 37 ; the 37th edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton . The theme for the month is " Truth is stranger than fiction " Truth says, " Life of many is under my siege, They live, love, loathe and beseech To my august character To let them have none But a hunky-dory life! What they do shamelessly, Is to monger, instead mollify problems, Until one fine day, when things go haywire And are vindicated by miserable doldrums. I remind them of their glitch, Hard, but, none manages to switch. Allege and accuse me for their lacking grit. But never, think to change me, For I am not reality, but a mirror to contradict. I wish they inspired themselves to fight, As opposed to, what they usually do, flight. Then seek solace in fiction, which ostensibly allevi...

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 33 ; the thirty-third edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton . The theme for the month is 'Celebrations' “Everybody tells us to celebrate little-little moments in our life, but can we?” “Give me one reason why can’t we” was the reply followed by a sarcastic smile. “What according to you are those little moments that qualify for celebrations: promotion news, high score in exams, attraction of a girl, transition from attraction to love, buying a house, unleashing a splendid shopping spree, birth anniversary of someone-when we all know, by and large, that the same someone is inching close to the penultimate stage of his life-cycle, wedding anniversary- where the two genders celebrate of having lived through one more year of relentless compromising and palpable explanations to each othe...

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 32; the thirty-second edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following  Blog-a-Ton . The theme for the month is 'An Untold Story' "You miss her ??" asked the son to his father who was on the verge of entering into senility. “I have never. Nor do I intend to.” was the sturdy reply. Son sensed the succinct rudeness in his father’s reply. Trying to be indifferent he proceeded further. “Well… true. You only miss someone when that someone is absent; mother is present in your heart and you can’t deny it.” “See, you got me” said his father with a smile on his wrinkled face. “Dad, I wish she was with us today. I could have seen tears in her eyes when I was about to go abroad for my job. I could have asked her to prepare all delicious desi dishes to eat.” There were tears in his eyes while saying this...

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 30 ; the thirtieth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton . It's a combination of two 55 fiction. It's divided in two sections: Pre and Post. A new style of writing !!  (well, I am just being optimistic, since it is my first attempt for 55fiction..bear my hyperbole..) Pre It was his passion to think; hence he loved to write.His first book showed promising intellectual philosophy.It was two years since then and pressure was mounting on him to pen down another piece of intellect.Nothing inspired him until one fine evening he went to beach. The setting sun inspired him to write, The Sun. Post The Sun was about the sun, who used to visit one part of earth every morning and leave for the other part in evening. He heard problems of people from one part of the world and told t...

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 29 ; the 29th Edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton . The topic for this month is 'TWO MINUTES'. 1935: “Radha, where are you? Come soon. Get me my pagadi “shouted Ramrao. Radha came running inside the room. Managing the nauwari sari was still a difficult job for her. She was wearing it since 8 years as it was the traditional Brahmin apparel for women in those days. She went to the wooden cupboard beside the bed and took out the white pagadi and gave it Ramrao. Ramrao took it with a smile on his face and looking into her eyes he said,” Thank you my dear wife” for which she smiled him back and put her head down evincing her shyness. Having said that he left for work. Radha was 18 years old and Ramrao, who was 35, then, was her husband. In those days girls were married at the age of 8 or...

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 28 ; the 28th Edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton . The topic for this month is 'BLANK PAGES'. The topic for this time BAT is really very intriguing and that helps my imagination to ascertain new ways of representing my thoughts. So, let’s assume, until this article ends that we have given some blank pages to a few daunting problems of our country. We have asked them to be absolutely honest and pen down their true nature.  For once, they have agreed to THINK and if, their thought process satisfies themselves, they are sure to pen it down for all of us Corruption : I know right now, I am the most loathed topic of this country for I have extensively extended my perimeter and exist pervasively. I have tricked in many people to embrace me and often coaxed them of having a luscious lif...