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Om’s Birthday: #Fiction #Blogiversary #GuestPost

Om’s Birthday: #Fiction #Blogiversary #GuestPost

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OM’s Birthday: Damyanti Biswas   The trees on the distant hillside changed from dark shapes to green as he watched, a morning ritual for the last few years. He coughed, inhaling bitter, fragrant smoke, the air of the Himalayan foothills no match for the dozen or so cigarettes and the occasional cigar he smoked every day. His gaze stayed on the hill opposite, where mist rose around tiny homes nestled amid trees. Somewhere under the sloped bright-red roof of the…

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The Show Must Go On: #FridayFictioneers

The Show Must Go On: #FridayFictioneers

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Live Aid Concert, a fund raiser for the Ethiopian famine 13 July, 1985 Wembley Stadium, London Organisers: Bob Geldof and Midge Ure

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Cathy’s Kitchenette : #FridayFictioneers

Cathy’s Kitchenette : #FridayFictioneers

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In Cathy’s kitchenette, the pots and pans, the colanders and rolling pin hang loosely suspended, from a rack on the ceiling. They make for a unique sight, always grabbing eyeballs.

Fond Farewell: #FridayFotoFiction #GuestPost #Blogiversary

Fond Farewell: #FridayFotoFiction #GuestPost #Blogiversary

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FOND FAREWELL: Keith Hillman   When my mobile rings and I see my friend Rosey’s name on the screen, I know to hold the device a couple of inches away from my ear to lessen the pain of her shrieking greeting! But yesterday it was different. I heard nothing. At first, I assumed she’d pressed a wrong button and cancelled the call; she’s still not completely got the hang of her fancy new Apple Pip’ as she calls it. I…

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NatashaMusing is Turning Two! : #Blogiversary #AmWriting

NatashaMusing is Turning Two! : #Blogiversary #AmWriting

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Yes! we are turning two!! And I’m bringing in my blogiversary celebrations this year with a big bang. This announcement is tad late, but believe you me I was having a whale of a time, most of the day, today at the Delhi Times Literary Festival. I know I should have scheduled this post, but I’m still working my way towards getting more organised with my blogging. Hopefully the coming year, will bring in some redemption. Amen to that! 🙂…

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Grandpa’s Clock: #FridayFictioneers

Grandpa’s Clock: #FridayFictioneers

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  Every time Ma sang Hickory Dickory Dock, I thought of Grandpa’s grand old clock. In my head a gigantic mouse would stealthily climb Grandpa’s clock. It would then twirl around in a tango with the little man playing the drums.   Many moons have transcended time and tide. I’m back to Grandpa’s crumbling mansion.  Grandpa ain’t around anymore, nor his clock. “Where is Grandpa’s cherished clock?” I ask the caretaker. “Oh! The British gifted Grandpa that clock. They claimed it…

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Moon Boon: #FridayFictioneers

Moon Boon: #FridayFictioneers

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 Photo Credits: Gah Learner moon boon The Airbnb accommodation is way beyond their expectations. A pristine view, overlooking the stunning Mt. Edna and a radiant moon glistening in all its glory. The fine sheers, and the ornate furniture exude love and warmth. Kaveri lies sprawled on the floral chaise, devouring the new Khaled Hosseini novel. Trisha sits by the window, a smug smile plastered over her delicate features. She sips on her Pinot Noir, while wishing upon a falling star….

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Ivanka’s Land: #Fiction #FFAW

Ivanka’s Land: #Fiction #FFAW

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Ivanka’s Land The bus trundles down the countryside, as the mist cloaks itself against the picket fences, partially blurring the view of the ruins and that one odd cottage that stands graciously, in the middle of nowhere. “Stop, please. I need to get off here,” hollers Ivanka from her bus seat. “Here?” says the bus driver bringing the bus to a screeching halt. “You got to be kidding me, Señorita. That’s an abandoned land. Nobody dares go there. Ghouls and…

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Hugs and Kisses: #Fiction #FFAW

Hugs and Kisses: #Fiction #FFAW

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hugs and kisses It’s a balmy July afternoon. The fever refuses to abate. Ten-year-old Kate has no other choice, but to play Tic-tac-toe, all by herself. After all Mommy is busy finishing her blog post for the day. Lyka and Leah, the furry girls are grabbing their afternoon snooze and Watson, her twin brother is still at school.

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Buddies in Arms: #Fiction

Buddies in Arms: #Fiction

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Buddies in Arms Carla and Susan are kindergarten buddies. Now in their mid- sixties, nothing has changed between them. Not even their penchant for taking long walks, come rain or shine. Carla with her umbrella, Susan in her sun hat; just the way they had been as two gangly teenagers.