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Month: December, 2015

A Walk To Remember

Such a wonderful tale of Nature’s beauty. Please leave comments on the original post and not just here, thank you.

Wandering Soul Writer

I hate exercise – of any kind. Except if you play some great dance numbers, and we go for mindless jiving and jumping, doing which I would surely resemble something like a cross between a monkey on hot bricks and a drunken woman in a crazy trance.
But today, the post-Diwali fatigue not withstanding, I had resolved to get out of my work space (which had been my home for a straight 18 hours), and give my eyes a rest and my legs some extra work. After much cajoling to self, and more reprimands from Mother, I finally did dress up in my sporty best and stepped out into the open air; equipped with my phone and earplugs to give me a musical respite during my ardous evening walk.
There is a park close by, flanked by buildings on three sides – a block of apartments on two sides, and a commercial market…

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World War III : The Golf Cart, Ant Attack and the Mud Path

Funny tale of mud, golf and ants declaring war. Please ensure comments are placed against the original post and not just here.

Wandering Soul Writer

On a recent family trip to an out-of-town golf course, I had been designated as the unofficial photographer, and we had obtained permission for me to go on the golf course, despite not playing myself. I had a golf cart all to myself, and had promised to stay off the course; while my parents shared one and were on the course, playing.
The golf course was vast and picturesque with lush greenery, hilly terrain with its sheer cliffs and steep valleys .
I was busy taking photographs and videos, while trailing them in my cart. The entire morning had remained uneventful. My parents continued to play golf. I continued to take photographs. Of the golf course, the flora, the hills, the blue skies and sometimes, if I felt generous, of my parents too.

Once or twice, I observed my father hit an amazing shot, where the ball had soared up high…

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Queen…

Couldn’t have said this any better myself. Please leave comments on the original post and not here

Rethinking Life

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Picture from:  Pinterest

Queen

she
was
a
queen
whose
heart
beat
in
time
with
the
love
she
had
for
her
kitten

in
all
her
wisdom
she
knew
that
nothing
was
more
important
than
the
life
she
held
between
her
royal
paws

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