mommy/Personal

The Elusive cat

Posted on by Archana K B / 8 Comments

“Don’t yell at your child. Never raise your hand at her. ”

That’s another sentence easier to hear, or write than execute. They say its just the matter of identifying triggers, and diverting the root cause so as not to build up the anger inside you.

But its not that easy to change the flow of the river, ain’t it? Its hard, but its worth it.
I know it too, but I slip very often.

I do tell her, that I love her very much. Sadistic approach? Maybe.

But I am just another mom.
Struggling with her inner battles.

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Linking to Light and Shade Challenge

Personal/Verses

Orange hues

Posted on by Archana K B / 6 Comments

Orange shades,
Of sun rising up,
The rays that touch the corners,
Of the world.

Bringing a new day,
A new dawn,
With air that smells refresh,
After the rain,
At night.

It was raining hard,
I could remember,
But now the time is gone,
And time to move on.

Miles to go indeed,
The cliché that is true.
For every life we are born into,
Have to be made worthwhile.

Not in the money that we earn,
But how we spend them instead,
And the relations we create,
The sparks of those moments,
Sensations that creep up,
The joy and pleasure in the heart,
The smile on our lips,
Reflection of the purity of soul.

And when sun sets at dusk,
Again in the orange hues,
With no debts of love,
And no heavy bags of guilt,
We rest in peace,
Deep asleep.

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Inspired by Writing 101.

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Writing Tips

Posted on by Archana K B / 10 Comments

As the bubbles start to froth,
Don’t pen the words.
Wait for them to reach the brim,
To pour them out.

Fiction seems to be easy,
But tastes better,
With a sprinkle of reality,
Unless you want them cheesy.

Some days are cloudy,
Some days it rains.
As the winds blow away,
We remain silent,
To the turmoil inside.
Words pour heavily some day,
Just like the intermittent rain.

Long before, I had written on how to overcome writer’s block. Once the ball gets rolling, I feel its essential to tickle the creative senses on a regular basis, either by joining writing blogathons, or writing group like Write Tribe.

I don’t say my writing is the best, but that’s another evil to handle. Self-doubt. How many times have you wrote something and deleted that sentence? And maybe the whole article. I have done it myself umpteen times. Self-doubt is like the Big Brother watching you invisibly in your mind. Take the courage quite often to throw him out. He is useful when he is very malleable, especially when you do the polishing or editing, but call him only after you did the free write, which is the easiest solution these days to come out of the writing blocks.

And if nothing works out, read. Read online blogs, articles or pick any book from your shelf and read. This will help you to sow the seeds of writing in you…

And soon, the baby words will grow up again.

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For Wednesday writing prompt at Write Tribe.

Stories

Beach dreams

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She wanted to escape into the beaches for their vacation. He disliked the sand and salty air.

So she made up their guest room in a beach theme with a sunny balcony overlooking the busy roads and traffic in the heart of the city. He had argued for weeks for a private entertainment den in their small home, but she insisted on pinks.

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He had come to get the books for her to read at the hospital when he saw the room. Tears welled up, as he decided for the vacation plans after she got well.

But she never did.

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Linking into Write Tribe Picture Prompt.

Stories

The dinner date

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Picture by Ayla87 on rgbstock.com

She waited at the table for him as the dinner started. The table was set, and people had started to pouring in. He came in late making all excuses of work. This was not how she expected it to start.

She had never seen men coming late for dinners. The ladies made excuses. Men were supposed to wait, and then waive it off, when the women made absurd rants of how the dress was not fitting, and how the make-up went over to start it all over again.

The conversations were minimum. There was nothing much to talk about. They had the dinner quietly, with him asking occasionally about the restaurant and the food. That may have been the conversation starter. But it became like the sugar, blending and melting when stirring up the whole milk, and disappears. She did not want to bring up any chance to ruin this nearly perfect peaceful dinner.

After dinner, they walked around to the parking lot, crossing over a artificial pond and bridge. The night will end soon. She had to make advances. This was her last chance.

She stopped in her tracks and turned to him. As he stood still wondered, she planted a small kiss on him. Their eyes locked lovingly, and they stood there as the midnight bells chimed away in the far distance. He smiled and kissed her…

The evening seemed to get better for them. They drove home in their scooter, back to the real lives, where they earned each penny to live their dreams again.

For their tenth marriage anniversary celebrations, they relished their dream of having a five-star hotel dinner date, their first ever.

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Linking in to Light and Shade Writing Challenge.

Stories

Innocence

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“Mamma, I want to go to her house now..”
“You went there only this morning, why you want to go again? play here for now..”
” I am so bored here, you don’t say stories like her..Can I go once?”

Mamma gave her a confused look which concealed suppressed sadness of her inability to keep her engaged, before nodding yes for her child’s happiness.

Years later, as she nodded yes to her child, she wished she knew that then what she knew now, the truth of how much the innocence of a child could hurt the pride of the motherhood….

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Linking in to Write Tribe Saturday prompt and Five sentence Fiction by Lillie McFerrin.
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