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22/01/201415/04/2017

The kiss

She came down for office and found that familiar ball of fur parked on her scooter.

Darn that cat!!

Each day, every day she messed her seat,
scratched the cover, left muddy footprints.

She’d had enough. Determined, she charged at her and saw…

… not one cat but two. The tender kiss took her breath away.

It’s Day 3 at the Marathon Bloggers’ 55 festival. Today’s prompt is The tender kiss.

21/01/201415/04/2017

B has to be for blogging

Today I do a ‘listicle’ (yeah that’s a legitimate word for an article written out as a list) on

5 reasons I love blogging

1. I can write anything I please..
…absolutely anything. That’s a freedom I never had in my job as a journalist. I can write at my whim in my time, or not write at all if I so please. Interestingly, it’s this freedom that pushes me to commit to a certain deadline and stick with some kind of a schedule. Paradoxical isn’t it?

2. It kept my passion for writing alive
… and made me better at it. Over the last few years I’ve tried my hand at fiction, flash fiction, even a tiny bit of poetry. How cool is that!! I find myself trying to think out of the box, to look at things from varied perspectives. I feel I’ve grown as a writer.

3. It made me more observant
I find things and people more interesting. I listen more.. after all there can be a story anywhere. When I’m out waiting – at the dentist’s or in the supermarket queue I consciously do not reach out for my phone to while away time. I look at and interact more with people, strangers. It’s made me a friendlier person. Also, I find myself reaching out for the camera more often.

4. It got me friends
..on the Net, lots of them. Some are smart, some emotional, some super organised, some completely scatterbrained but all very very creative, supportive and warm. Mercifully I’ve been spared the Net trolls. I haven’t met a single one of them! And you know the best part? I carry my friends in my iPad.

5. It makes me a happier person
Can anything beat that? I started blogging after I had kids. Stuck at home, overworked and harried, blogging helped me retain my sanity and sense of humour. It brought me friends and advice and support. I wrote about it earlier here. When I blog about something happy it remains with me longer. When I blog about something not so happy I find understanding and that makes me feel better too. And then there are the comments. Only a blogger will know what a high they bring.

So keep blogging friends and keep dropping by. Oh and do not forget to leave a comment.. remember 5 (above)? 😀

Linking to ABC Wednesday which is in it’s 14th round.

21/01/201415/04/2017

A date

A date after ages! I was
excited. We’d hardly gone out since the kids came along – my husband and I! The kids
were tucked in bed and the neighbour was babysitting.

I glanced at the clock, then brushed my hair hurriedly one last time.

Just when I was leaving..

Ma.. Potty! Called out my little
one!

This post is part of a week of 55ers with Marathon Bloggers. Today’s prompt is ‘Just when I was leaving’.

20/01/201415/04/2017

Love

Anger bubbled up.. pure
and undiluted propelling her across the road after him. She shook him hard, till the teeth rattled in his head.
“Can’t you look where you are going?” she bellowed. “Have you any
idea what could have happened?”

And then she hugged her
son with a last glance at the disappearing car.

Written for Marathon Bloggers. We’re doing a week of 55ers. Today’s prompt was ‘love’.

19/01/201415/04/2017

The magic collar

After ages the sun shone today. I’m just going to snooze the day
off.

Yawn!!! Life’s good.

Not long ago things were different. I’d hang around the shops near
here. My favourite haunt was the tiny library sandwiched between the fish shop
and the bakery. The lady who runs it is really sweet. She always had a smile
for me and a pat, fleas and all. Occasionally she’d toss me a biscuit.

I’m a friendly kind of fellow but not everyone appreciates that. Till I was a pup I was petted by lots of people. But as I grew up I sensed a change. People grew suspicious. And if I got too close they shrank from me. How that hurt!

Do you know we are cursed with an amazing sense of smell? Yes
cursed. Have you imagined what it would be like to smell fresh fish from the
fish seller? Or soft sweet buns from the bakery? Great, you think? Now imagine
them on an empty stomach. Pure torture.

Once I hadn’t had anything to eat for two whole days. By the third
day I was desperate. I hung around the fish shop hoping for a few scraps.
Nothing. I watched people carry home fresh bread and hoped they’d toss me one.
No luck. I rummaged in trash cans. All I found was plastic bags and rotten
vegetables.

Believe me when I say I’m honest guy. But that day, something
happened. It was the hunger. It blinded me, took over completely. I saw a lady
carrying a bagfull of fish and that was it. I took off with it.

The fish seller gave chase. Weak as I was, I was caught within
minutes. As blows rained on me I thought this was it. This is what’s called ‘to
die a dog’s death’. Then, suddenly, the blows stopped. I opened my eyes to see the
library lady.

She took me home, bathed my wounds and gave me food. That was the
sweetest bread I’d ever had. And she talked to me – man to man!! ‘I cannot keep
you here,’ she said. My heart sank. But then she gave me a magic collar. You
know what that means?

It means I ‘belong’.

Now, I sit proudly in front of our
library, which is home to me, and no one dare touch me. I welcome everyone with a hearty wag of my
tail. At night I curl up on my tiny rug outside the library. I never go hungry.

Life’s good.

Wrote this for Blogaada’s WOW.. but was a few minutes late, I guess!

In any case I wanted to do this as it is inspired by a real life ‘library lady’ who adopts street dogs despite the objection of many residents around here.