My Friendship

Today's APED prompt is "Second Chance". I have written "55 words fiction" based on one of my most memorable school days experiences.  "Anusha, your lunch box!" screamed mom. I looked at my wrist watch, it was 7:15 AM. I rode my bicycle as hard as I could. Panting and sweating.  Gaurd uncle who's fond of me, smiled and said "You're late. Relax until the prayer is over". I prayed for myself to be given a second chance.

This post has been published by me as a part of Blog-a-Ton 55 ; the fifty-fifth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. In association with ​Rashmi Kumar , the author of Hooked, Lined and Single and Jyoti Arora , the author of Lemon Girl . .  "There is something special about rains. When trees dance, flowers smile rejoicing and the stirring fragrant brew up; I feel a new self. As if nature has framed up a mirror for me to look at and reciprocate in the same way." Said Snigdha and ran towards the garden to meet the season's first shower. Anand was mesmerized to see rains from a new perspective. In the chaos of life, earning hard and gathering luxuries he hardly ever noticed the joy of little things, the joy of letting go everything for a moment. Resting his left shoulder on the door he stood there motionless in admiration of Snigdha's carefree smile, those brown innocent eyes and tempting rose bud like moist lips. She had...

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 49 ; the forty-ninth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton .  My friendship with pen isn't a new story,  It started long back, the day  I realized glory; Of knowing myself better than others,  Along the lines through the pages, I penned life's moment of craziness and sages, Going through those past stories after ages,  Again I'm a step back into the memory lane, Where there are my secret stories of how it all began,   With the passage of time my perspective has changed,  we can't go in past but can feel those reminiscence within heart, Yesterday I was twelve now  I'm eighteen,  Each of them fancies me with desire unabaiting, Eager to make more memories of moments waiting. The fellow Blog-a-Tonics who took part in this Blog-a-Ton and links...

N o other delight in the world can match up to the delight that # BeautifulFood   gives. Am a great foodie. I believe if one isn't happy in life or bored of same routine then, there is a magic wand that can instantly work on to make one smile and evades worry for sometime is #BeautifulFood   It strengthens the bond and increases the love for eachother.Above all, food is expressive!     I have a lot of memories associated with food. Cooking #BeautifulFood is an art and everyone isn't blessed with it. And you know, am blessed to have many blessed talented Chefs at my home. Grandma, Dad, Mom and Nani ji all of them are skilled in this field. Most of the times, when I am tired and sick of undergoing the fixed routine then food is what that rejuvenate me to get ready for coaching classes just after the school hours. Mom takes good care of my likes and dislikes and so she keeps on making my favorite dishes after frequent breaks. There are a l...