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BLOGGING: FREEDOM FROM FEAR OF REJECTION

I had some vague idea about blogging but had never thought that I could enter this beautiful world! I always had an urge to write. As a child, I wrote some poems also, but don’t know why and how I quit writing. During the study of Engineering and subsequently landing upon a so called prestigious government job, the urge to be a writer was hidden somewhere. As writing noting on official files do not require any creativity, so the only sign that I was a creative person inside was the sense of humour displayed by me in witty conversation with my kids or the funny parodies I made to inspire them to eat their food or brush their teeth.  Also, during official functions, I was tired of giving welcome speech and vote of thanks, as I was considered the most suited for this work, but never took seriously the appreciation I got for it. After some years, when the children were old enough to provide me with spare time to write, I again ventured into writing from the spare time left from offic

My Sweet Childhood Memory

There are some childhood memories which we can never forget. one such memory very close to my heart is the marriage ceremony of my doll, which became a grand family event. please go through my Hindi story based on one of my sweetest childhood memory ; my Hindi story published in online Hindi magazine  abhivyakti-hindi.org . Please go through the link below to read the story: Gudiya Ka Byah

MAMMA ! PLANT AA GAYA !

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The word nature itself brings a smile on my face, as it reminds me of my childhood days. As a child, I had never seen TV, leave apart computer and mobile phones, which were not even heard of. The only electronic gazette in the house was radio, which was always under the strict control of my elder sisters and even touching the knob of radio could be termed as a punishable offence, as it would force them to search again for the lost radio station.  It can be said that going to Mother Nature was a compulsion for the children in that era, but it never felt boring as each moment spent with nature brought its own surprises.  I become nostalgic remembering the moment spent under a tree in our own garden in the name of picnic. We used to collect peanuts, biscuits, toffee, water and head towards the tree for the picnic. The long summer afternoons appeared too short for such a picnic. Collecting berries, raw mangoes in the garden while w atching the numerous birds  was a great joy. Such picnic

The greatest complient

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She was sitting in her room with teary eyes. She had overheard her mother-in-law telling a friend,” it’s good that my granddaughter is not dark complexioned like her mother.” Though her family always talked in derogatory manner about her dark complexion, her heart doomed each time hearing such conversations. Suddenly, her 4 year old daughter stormed into the room yelling,” Mom! Grandma says I don’t look like you! “Why am I not like you?” Her daughter continued,” You are the most beautiful in world!”                                            © Lisa F. Young | Dreamstime Stock Photos She felt her heart begin to heal …………….... ... She had got the greatest compliment in life! My post for  100 words on Saturday 2014 # 9