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This Thursday was really challenging. First my faithful old lappy crashed and with it went all my data. The doctor was successful in retrieving it for me luckily but I had to sit and transfer it to a safer external hard disk. Then it was quite a task to flick my hubby's VAIO and pretend as if it was always mine and here to stay with me. ;) Then this Thursday Challenge prompt reminded me of one particular temple back in Mumbai that has always been very special to me. So I had to dip into the archives and fish out the album out of a collection of many. This photograph is from my college days when there were no digital cam's readily available. I had to also go through the entire rigmarole of syncing my scanner with the new lappy!!!!! Therefore it was quite a challenge to find one hard copy from the album then scan it and then finally post it here. BUT I DID IT!!  I used to click around the city with a simple manual Minolta SLR in those days ..And I loved the way my cam...

There's beginning and an end, Every tale betwixt does twist and bend. Without a frown, ride along friend. Stop not, ascend! Stop not, ascend! You have begun, an end in mind. Put all your doubts away, behind. Stay focussed on your goal defined If stressed, unwind! If stressed, unwind! Fear no hurdle and fear no bend. 'I can' is the message to send. To your life, a new edge, do lend. Start a new trend! Start a new trend! Write a brand new story, your own.  Trail blazer, go mark your own zone. To failure all journeys are prone. But never groan! But never groan! See, soon success shall be your loot, Then you will dance and play the flute. See how others shall follow suit. In your pursuit, in your pursuit! The  MonoTetra is a new poetic form developed by Michael Walker. Each stanza contains four lines in monorhyme (the lines have the same end rhyme). Each line is tetrameter (four metrical feet) for a total of eight syllab...

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Beautiful flowers in the gardens at Mahableshwar. Rain-drenched, refreshing orange petals.... Would love to know what these flowers are called..If anybody can enlighten me, please oblige! :) Revel in the varied shades of the vibrant orange at  here

The most refreshing beverage I know Tea aka Cutting Chai. Served in short glasses at small stalls around Indian street corners, it's the most refreshing with a hint of Masala or Ginger added to it. You are to sip on this milky brew it, slowly, very slowly. And have the Aaahaaa experience!  Kadak!!! To sample the world's favourite beverages visit here

Coconut Water Refreshing sweet A welcome respite From the scorching sun’s heat Bo wl full of nectar, a parched throat’s delight Oh! Fruit of palm, come and appease. Hanging high above, please don’t tease I doubt, like me there's another connoisseur. In my palm you are treasure I thank you palms for this wonderful treat Nectar-like, coconut water does beat All juices clearly Favorite always Coconut Water Fibonacci poetry is a literary form based on the Fibonacci number sequence. The sequence begins like this: 0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21. In order to find the next number in the sequence, you add the two preceding numbers. The sum of these two is the next number, which then is added to the one before it to get to the next number, and so on. This is how it works: 1 + 0 = 1 1 + 1 = 2 2 + 1 = 3 3 + 2 = 5 5 + 3 = 8 8 + 5 = 13 13 + 8 = 21 etc. Fibonacci poems can embody the number sequence in two ways, either in numbers of syllables or in numbers of words....

" Must you, like a fish, drink?" She asks, her voice so feeble. He cares less to stop and think. His tongue slurs and mouth dribbles. He seems an incurable addict. With him, no future to predict! No horoscope needed to predict, His health failing with each drink, He has succumbed, the addict. With each sip he grows feeble. Out of his hands life dribbles, Still he cares not, to think. It is very sad to think, Unlike what the horoscopes predict, To him, her protests are only dribbles. More than her, he loves his drink. Their bond too is growing feeble! Life in vain with a vane addict. Before her eyes, wastes the addict. It’s time for her to think. His chances of survival feeble, Is what people predict. She has to get him off his drink. His gaping mouth on the table, dribbles.  She smashes the bottle, it dribbles. She almost abhors this addict. “Give up this mephitic drink It's time to wake up and think. Before there's only death to predict” She orders, not at all...

Image from www.Photobucket.com I n the fields Moonlight Glades in beautiful highlight Such romantic sight

Its True... I wasn't warned.. I wasn't told.. As what I will be seeing.. What the future will hold.. You were like spring.. That blossomed every bit of me.. And my vision was blinded.. 'Cuz you were the only thing I'd see.. The moment it hit me.. Where my senses ditched.. That is when I realized.. I was hitched.. I miss you every moment.. I miss you everyday.. Its a sign, I tell you.. That keeps us at bay.. It kills me inside.. I'm dying every moment.. With every word of your's.. My heart makes a movement.. The tears have dried up.. And I have nothing more to show.. Your hands were a little late.. To wipe what had to flow.. My heart is burdened.. With my love for you.. It comes out in pain.. In the form of dew.. I'm sick of this pain.. What pricks is the secret.. But having loved you so much.. Is something I wont regret.. You're so innocently clueless.. And I'm so much in love with you.. Its not a lie, swe...

For You My sis Kith and kin Happy days are here May god bless you with years to blog Appreciating and complementing your good work Embellish each line and each verse Photograph nature Skies or bee A line You Toe

Juhu Beach in Mumbai, Maharashtra, India.  These bottles were lined up on display at a stall and this is the wide variety of flavours available to enjoy your GOLA. For the uninitiated, a Gola is an Indian ice-popsicle that is supposed to be dunked in a glass of juice and then eaten like an ice-cream. Believe me it is as tasty as it is colourful! This is for the PhotoHunt 225. Check out other colourful photographs from around the world at TNChick.

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 13 ; the thirteenth 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 .   February 1901- In the small Midnapore district of Bengal in British India was born a little brown girl with intelligent beady eyes. The mother used to work as a maid with the wealthy Mukhopadhyay family in their district. She had enjoyed listening to her mistress recite Rabindranath Tagore’s poetry, as she fanned her, one lazy afternoon. So when her own little brown daughter was born she knew what they would call her. She would be Khanika , a beautiful girl rightly named after Tagore’s beautiful poetry. “Eta Lakshmi Maa!” Her family soon began referring to her as the goddess of wealth because no sooner had she arrived that The Railway Company came forward and offered jobs to the local unemployed men along with other additional incentive...

    The MonoTetra Jpeg by bible_geek I am walking down winding road  Searching for the near perfect node Exploring a humble abode Life is a code.. Life is a code Rain comes pouring down curvy lane Don’t know if it’s a boon or bane Although it makes me more insane Love still remains.. Love still remains.. No matter if I win or lose Have no time to indulge in blues Reveling in life’s lovely hues My soul’s enthused.. My Soul’s enthused.. The monotetra is a new poetic form developed by Michael Walker. Each stanza contains four lines in monorhyme. Each line is in tetrameter (four metrical feet) for a total of eight syllables. What makes the monotetra so powerful as a poetic form, is that the last line contains two metrical feet, repeated. It can have as few as one or two stanzas, or as many as desired. Stanza Structure: Line 1: 8 syllables; A1 Line 2: 8 syllables; A2 Line 3: 8 syllables; A3 Line 4: 4 syllables, repeated; A4, A4

Club Mahindra Resort, Varca Beach, Goa, India. Do check out more photographs of the outdoorsy world at Thursday Challenge  for fun & learning.

Fashion & its Emosanal Atyachar I have been a tomboy all my life. I can never remember myself playing with dolls, I always wanted books. I also liked to climb the trees in the neighborhood with a water bottle slung on the shoulder and a book tucked into the belt of my shorts, so that I could enjoy my book in relative peace and quiet. The problems I faced were many 1. A pesky and nosy brother 2. A mother who was very feminine 3. My own (rather unfortunate) tendency of losing myself in the book which led to two sad fall outs a) Me losing track of time which had the entire colony running search parties for me b) Me losing my balance and falling down Ma would treat me like her personal doll, her muse was Bollywood and at various ages, depending on the leading actress she liked, my attire and hair style underwent a change. I have sported front fringes like Sadhana, crimped and wavy hair or pony tails like Mumtaz and Sharmila Tagore, and she would have loved to iron my na...

C ramps my style O verseeing every move N o lesser than abuse T errible is hatred  R esulting from domination O h! I'm no motor L et me live, free Also written for ABC Wednesday Round 7  and Acrostic Only Prompt #7

They say, love is quite enough reason for two souls to be tied in matrimony. It being a sacred and long lasting bond the person who’s being married should have the right to choose his/her spouse. In socially developed countries, it’s usual for people to fall in love and tie the knot. There are also cases of arranged marriage where the families assess each other and agree for the marriage. And then there are cases where matrimony is forced onto the bride and/or groom. When one or both parties are married without his/her consent or against his/her will it is termed as a forced marriage. The practice of forced marriage was very common amongst the upper classes in Europe until the 1900s, and is still practiced in parts of South Asia, East Asia, the Middle East, and Africa. Forced marriages are done mostly for family pride, the wishes of the parents or social obligation. In India and Pakistan, a lot of such matches are made in hopes of getting a British citizenship for the spouses mostly ...

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B orn is a life anew I nto mumma’s safe arms R earing to grow T reat to watch its charms H ence, every year, celebration day D oes the road wind uphill A ll the way Y es, Yes, Yes Prompt #64 The opening line of Christina Georgina Rossetti’s poem Uphill Does the road wind uphill all the way?

Metamorphosis The role of evolution. The state of fruition. Metamorphosis Life altering change it brings. Fly away butterfly! Experimenting with Haiku. Can a Haiku poem be written in two stanzas? or is that a big NONO?