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CreateAn orange the size of a pea,
A plate-the size of a coin,
A litte truck that could be lifted by the tip of your finger,
A flower that may have been cute and tiny
but didn't smell as good
Tiny palms and fingers-inky
smeared with myriad hues.
We created our own little somethings...
Shaping our worlds with nothing
but our own imagination...
And a pack of Play Doh.
Summer ParadiseDo you remember?
Every childhood memory I cherish
When I think of those warm summer days
out in our balcony
A bit of which was a little garden which we fancied to be our very own farm
We planted little green sprouted garlic pods and watched them grow
we plugged the little pipe and filled the balcony
with ankle deep water and strewed neem leaves
pretending they were tiny fish that would nibble our toes
we hung a bedsheet and sat underneath it imagining it was our tent
There we had it all...
A lake with squirming 'fish', our very own wigwam to shield us from the merciless sun...
We bathed our feet in the water occasionally spraying it on each other...
relishing the coolness of every drop...
laughing and playing like only little children ever can...
Do you remember?
Indian potpourri IIKarnataka- the painted sign proclaims (in three languages).The train grinds to a halt. The smell of metal is in the air. It's been a grimy journey. But eagerness and anticipation fills Josh Hartlett as he has reached Bangalore (Bengalooru)-all cosmopolitan. The itinerary says it was known as the pensioner's paradise a few years ago. However urbanity has hit it and made it more urban than most other cities. It is inhabited by a few foreigners. It was easy for Josh to see why. Its temperature was more pleasant than other cities.
It is also known as the garden city. It has plenty of greenery. But it was sad as he realized that pollutants are taking their toll. There were the green, cool gardens- Lal Bagh, Cubbon Park-to name a few. He found decent food in Bangalore- Pizzerias, McDonalds, and KFC… Quaint British villas hobnobbed with huge skyscrapers.
He found most people speaking good English, Hindi and Kannada.
This is known as the Silicon Valley. He found colossal IT parks with delegate
Indian potpourriIndian food was at first unpalatable. Josh had been on an All India trek.He tried the Northern food that was available in every little shanty called Dhabas. It was mainly from a place called Punjab (lit. the land of five rivers). He grew to relish it. They offered bread made in a tandoor (a pot like oven).Fresh, hot and delicious. He tried tandoori murg (spicy chicken cooked in the tandoor), and kofta curries (vegetables/cheese, meat balls smothered in thick spicy gravies), kebabs (skewered edibles), Biriyanis (spiced rice) along with a generous supply of raw onions, curd, green chillies and lime wedges. The spices they used were mainly was garlic, onions, cinnamon, cardamom, cloves, peppers, cashews….
Kashmiri food boasted of fruit-both dry and fresh .He began to enjoy Kashmiri pilaf (rice cooked with pieces of fresh and dry fruit) and naans and kulchas (pancake bread sprinkled with fruit as well) and ghosht (meat mainly mutton).Gujarati and Rajasthani food was succulent even in its b
Happiness is...A red gold sunset
A baby's gurgle
A mother's curls on the nape of her neck
A toothless smile
A distant laugh
A cheerleader's scream
A sailor's ahoy
A home nearing on a cold drizzly evening
A steaming mug of cocoa with a warm book beside
A sister's kiss
Chaos or CosmosIt's amazing....How the greatest anthropologists cannot unravel the biggest mystery ?I would choose the most flabbergasting and bewildering mystery as the human psyche,the essential soul within the Homo Sapien.It is as if we are trying put together the jigsaw puzzle of human race-its beginning and evolution.But the more we conclude the more baffling it gets.Our religions have developed mythological and fantastic theories of how we originated...
To think of how only two percent of the human brain functions.The rest is a colossal waste.Imagine if we could harness all the positive potential that we could build upon and work together with a common goal.But we let our petty differences and foibles rule and stifle our common motto-the ultimate human revolutionary evolution...
Shouldn't we be applying the 'agree to disagree' and 'win-win' strategies to iron out differences and ego clashes between us.After all this body and our personalties are perishable.
The idea of Nirvana is a bit too far-
NavratriNavratri, has the literal meaning nine nights (alliterative!).Celebration takes place for nine consecutive nights. The very mention of the word brings poignant memories The lights dancing along the heavily brocaded Ghaghra cholis. The mirror work beautifully formulated by some unsung artists. A million sparkle-spangled, vividly-hued, intricately embroidered full skirts swishing. Softly tinkling silver bracelets, anklets moving to the exotic rhythms. Hordes of smiling women with foreheads intensely beaded with perspiration. They pant while dancing but have ecstasy writ on their countenance.
The staccato rhythm never pauses while they pirouette. They carry decorated foot-long sticks and clack There's the unfailing beat .
Myriad hues reds, yellows, greens, blues. Gyrating fast and slow. There's the sweetmeats they gorge on to keep their pep. Icecreams, Aam ras, chats. The nights go by They dance till the wee hours of the dawn. Special provisions are made. There i
Blind beliefsJosh learnt the history of India piecing together the events that were narrated by a slew of people including the sants (the beggar monks that claimed to be in a state of renunciation), the merchants (vending all and sundry), the "guides" (who told scarcely credible stories of how, when, where and why the tourist spots existed), the palm readers and astrologers, the eager bystanders who nodded (the very oriental nod) and elatedly spoke gibberish.
He moved through the (high class) discotheques and through sleepy villages that had never seen power supply. There was rubbish strewn on roadsides some places and there were touching tales told of how people worshiped the Gods that took forms of trees, animals, human beings (yes, pantheism was rampant in India).He found it disconcerting that people, who were that sagacious and sane, worshiped snakes (often offering milk to the hooded asps called cobras) and the bloodthirsty Kali (mother Goddess).They had deities and demigods that ruled over mo
TajHe had visited most tourist spots that India boasted of, including the pearl Mosque city of Agra (at its bewitching best on a moonlit night) he snapped copiously away at it. The scented night made deep lasting impressions in his memory. He visited Chandni Chowk with its myriad hued hawkers. The festive iridescence casting a spell in its native chaos
He was spell bound at the peddlers and their wares. He then inferred something. There would never be that merry gaiety and pomp contiguous with the rich, splendid culture that this
new world had offered him in his country. Behind the garrulity and (seemingly) rude conduct of these simple hearted, almost bucolic mannered people, there lay a warmhearted concern and solicitude that no one in his "developed" continent could ever hope to match. He saw these curios, antiques and artifacts that were tremendously well-crafted and painstakingly wrought.
He saw sophistication in the city created by Le Corbusier called Chandigarh.
He saw the vas
Love Striangle Broxlilsis!ReaderxDave [Request][Name] sat silently wondering where Bro and Dave were. Usually they were in their respective rooms, she hanging out in one or the other usually. Except today, they were not there. [Name] could not wrap her head around it, did they get in a horrible argument and leave the house? [Name] had to admit they had been strifing more recently in the last few weeks, usually after she spent some time with one of them more the other.
A thought popped into her head, it could not be because she hung out more with one then the other could it? Nah, that would be weird right, yeah totally weird…right? [Name] blushed darkly, no she could not have such feelings for anyone yet, ESPECIALLY her brothers of all the cool and ironic people. She decided to take one more look around the apartment just in case, only to stop in her tracks at the loud crash coming from Bro’s room.
Rushing in as fast as her little legs could carry her, she burst into
Sherman's Mother"Are you alright, my dear?"
Mr. Peabody’s attention had been drawn to a shifting in a nearby alleyway. He squinted at the dark, hunched figure. He guessed it was a woman from the sound of her voice. Unfortunately for her, she was retching. Despite the repulsion, the dog kept a good distance away while she finished emptying her stomach. For a few moments she didn’t move and Mr. Peabody stepped forward to see if she was alright, hand extended.
But at that moment she raised herself up, almost tripping up on her dress. She swayed outside onto pavement lit by the streetlamps, the pale light reflecting off her shiny, auburn hair. She glanced down at Mr. Peabody.
"Whadda you want, mutt?”
Mr. Peabody showed little sign of offence, knowing fully well that she was still under the influence and therefore not thinking straight. “I was just concerned for your well-being, ma’am.”
"Huh. My well-being. That’s a joke… Along with eeeverything
Ereri- Never Forget (( Angst ))
He walked among the bodies of his dead comrades. They had achieved their goal; killing all of the titans, but at a great cost. Levi gazed around, his heart pounding in his chest. So many of his comrades, so many cadets, laying limp on the ground, most not even fully intact. Some were hanging on tree limbs. The sight brought tears to his eyes and for the first time in years, he let them out. Going further, he searched for the one person he needed to see, hopefully alive. He didn't know how long he searched for until he found him. "Eren!", Levi's voice was hoarse, it hurt to speak but he did anyway. Eren was there, laying on the ground, struggling to breath. Blood flowed from his chest, the pool around him was large and was scarily growing. The man ran to the teen's side," Eren...no, Eren", he breathed, pressing on Eren's wound trying to stop the bloodflow. Eren coughed and weakly smiled up at Levi," We did it, Levi....we beat the titans...", he whispered. Levi choked and nodded, the tea
Join Highclan as a Male WarriorFor a limited time only, I'm offering anybody who joins Highclan with a male Warrior, a drawn application sheet if they want one, and an Icon of all of their characters in the group.
We are desperately in need of them, and it really isn't as much fun without a well balanced Clan.
The Story Of Her Life: Ch 2~Ch 2: Introduction to the Kingdom.
She cooed and kicked her little feet in her blue blanket. Her mother was nearby fixing herself up for the day, it seemed like a normal day but it’s not; as people from near and far gather around the castle waiting for the Royal Family to come out on the balcony to catch a glimpse of the baby that was just born 2 weeks ago.
“Sonic? Are you ready?” The princess called out to her prince.
“Yeah Sal, I’ve been ready.” He smiled.
“Then be a dear and dress Riley. She has to look her best for the kingdom you know.”
“I know I know. I’ll dress her up like the little doll she is.” The blue hedgehog went over to the crib with the cooing baby and looked down at her. “Hi there darlin’ who’s a happy baby today huh?” He cooed
The infant stopped what she was doing and looked at him with a blank expression on her face. After a while she smiled and babbled reaching her arms up to h
Million Dollar Man [EnglandxMale!Reader]
Million Dollar Man
There he was, so perfect, so elegant, so regal in his dapper tux as he took a lady by the arm and escorted her to the long table, littered with nearly every food imaginable. And despite the gracious amount of golden decorations, despite the money spent on the food, despite the time it took to plan, you couldn't help but feel your blood boil with rage.
He was perfect, he was flawless, he was YOURS. Jealousy grew over your flesh like an invasive vine. You hated the feeling, but it grew out of proportion and it grew uncontrollable. You always had this problem with your jealousy and your emotions raged whenever you saw those floozies try to grow close to him. You knew they only wanted him because of his money. Because of his status.
But, of course, you should have seen this coming from falling in love with a rich playboy. You tried not to seem so obsessive and overprotective, but you couldn't help it. He was just just so amazing. For s
PMDU-Truth Hunters Written Application (Official)HUNTERS GUILD: Truth Hunters
Date Joined: November 5th 2013
Current Funds: 5 St
-Characteristic: Somewhat vain
Gender: male Age: 17
Ability: Inner Focus
Strength: 2(+2) Agility: 3
Intelligence: 2 Charisma: 3
Total Points Left:0/10
Type Bonus: Fighting -> Srength
Move 1: Extremespeed
Move 2: Aura Sphere
Move 3: Ice Punch
Move 4: Flash Cannon
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Missing Person Info.
Date: February 17th, 2014
Case Report: Lenora Marker.
Name: Lenora Marker.
Normally Seen Worn: Purple turtleneck, dark blue jeans.
Last seen: December 10th 2013.
My name is Danny, a detective, age 29. I have been assigned this case in the hope that I will uncover what it is exactly that led to Lenora Marker’s disappearance. I hope to at least shed a little light on the circumstances surrounding this mysterious missing girl.
In the last two months a call was made of someone’s missing sister by the name of Lenora Marker. Age of 16, brown hair, normally seen with a purple turtleneck. No sights of her have been reported back during the investigation of Lenora since it started on December 10th. Inside a building of room 196, a therapist was discovered murdered by one of the workers that work there. Four stab wounds of a pocket knife were found around the chest area along with five more into the ey
An Alternate Choice - 3(This contains spoilers to Professor Layton and the Azran Legacy. If you don't want to be spoiled, do not read at all until you know about the spoilers!! Thank you!)
"Rose... is my daughter!?"
Hershel couldn't believe on what he was hearing. That for all of this time, he had been Rose's father. 10 years without knowing the truth.
He didn't know what to say as he just stood there in shock.
"H-Hershel... are you mad?" worried Danielle.
"N-No... I'm not mad... I'm just shocked. A-Are you sure that she's mine??"
"I know for sure that she's yours. Ever since that night, Desmond still wouldn't go near me... and when I found out that I was pregnant, he couldn't stand to see me as I didn't believe in abortions. But when I saw her after the birth, I knew that she was special to me. Desmond and I only got married when I was pregnant with the twins."
"But Rose always reminded me of you with her smile... that's what she's got from you." sadly smiled Danielle.
"I feel... proud to be her father... b
Indian Potpourri IIISouth was simply superb. Josh had reached God's own country-Kerala. The profusely viridiscent landscapes glided past in slow motion as he ferried the lakes. There is the immensely variegated boat race festival known as Onam. Long boats are oared by brown, sinewy men-each one vying to win the race. The women dress in white and gold, slowly sway, carrying small mud lamps around colorful patterns drawn on the ground with powders in every imaginable color called Kolams also called rangolis in the north.
Huge elephants are indispensable during Onam. The pachyderms are scrubbed by the proud, smiling Mahouts in lakes and then adorned with red and gold brocade and paraded with howdahs (saddles).This is the land of Kathakali,the indescribably complex, holy and radiant dance-danced by an all male cast. They sit for hours together and paint their faces predominantly with greens, reds, black and yellow and emote subtly yet articulately displaying a plethora of histrionics-pomp, pain, piety and pur
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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