House Becomes Home

This Short story was written for Edition no. 47 Challenge from IndiSpire, Indiblog. 


Theme: Write a story ending with “…. It felt good to be back home.”

Joe opened the lock and walked inside his house. He had a tiring day. His boss had assigned him all the extra works at office. As it was official financial year end, it was also the time when performance and appraisal were supposed to be announced. Joe had to agree on all the tasks allotted without a complaint or a say to it.  His whole office was automated and he was finding it difficult to get used to the electronic gadgets. His competitors were the newly hired graduates who had an ease to use the gadgets. It was frustrating to be at work place handling many pressures. However, every day when he used to be back to his house, sleeping on the couch was his favorite routine. It felt good to be back.

Nelema, was Joe’s wife. She was a social activist. She used a run a NGO fighting for the women and children rights. Appreciating their works prime minister had fixed an appointment with Nelema’s team. They received an award and financial support. It was three days journey. Nelema was finally home after a tiring journey, with more ambitious dreams and wishes to grow her NGO big. She was happy to be back at her house. She shared all the experiences and she felt good to be back.

Dilip, was their first son. He was at college doing his medicine. He was doing his specialization, to be a child specialist. He had a great dream to contribute to the society and serve the poor. His mother Nelema was his ever-lasting inspiration. As he entered his house, he saw his mom and dad talking to each other. He felt happy to see his mom after the journey. Especially because his mom was back, he felt good to be back.

Shreya was in her high school final year. She used to attend music class after her school hours. She had a most packed schedule for her age as compared to her friends. She immediately rushed to her house and shouted, “Dad, I want Juice!”. She saw her mom, came running to hug her and said, “Mom, I want juice!”. The house was full. Shreya felt happy to be back.

With all the liveliness and togetherness, the house had turned to home. More importantly, for all, it felt good to be back home!


“A house is built by human hands,

but a home is built by human hearts”

The Crazy Dream Reader


A little more crazy

A little less lazy,

Where are you? No answer!

The dream reader’s busy! 

Hunting in the common’s,

Somewhere far-off distance,

Virtually connected persistence,

My dream reader’s busy!

Categories of art,

Hitting the aim with dart,

Putting the best of his cart,

My dream reader’s Busy!

The daily reads and writes,

For every smiles and bites,

I just want to pass from your sight,

You, My Dream reader! Are you Busy?


Note: Written for Assignment #04 of Blogging 101 course. All other submissions and notes can be checked here: BLOGGING101.
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The Journal

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Oasis.”

A sanctuary is a place you can escape to, to catch your breath and remember who you are. Write about the place you go to when everything is a bit too much.



Heart seeks a support when everything is a bit too much. Mind pulls the one in all possible thoughts and directions. Soul is clue-less on what is happening and keeps wandering in search of something, that something, which is not known.

We need a shoulder to rely on when we are too sad, as well, we also need when we are too happy to share and spread it.  To dissolve that “bit too much” the need of “oasis” looks obvious. Till my high school i never felt a great need of one such as every emotion was shared with everyone else. After that, once i started writing my daily journal, thoughts have inked and dissolved in there.

Lately, i write. It’s very comforting when the expressions go out in the form of words as they have the power to heal. They seek out from the inner and heal from the outer.  They have a power, a sort of a freedom which shouts for the cause and battles for the peace.

The Journal! #peace. period.

The First – Blogging 101

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “First!.”

Tell us about your first day at something — your first day of school, first day of work, first day living on your own, first day blogging, first day as a parent, whatever.

Well, I started my Blogging 101 course and completed the first assignment. What first could be more exciting!!?

Here is the START!

A Change for a Change

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Be the Change.”

What change, big or small, would you like your blog to make in the world?

It’s rightly said and one has to readily accept that “change begins with me!”. To be specific to the context “change begins with my blog”. A small change would be to bring smile or to give  happiness to the reader. A happy reader would keep his surrounding happy and happiness is cumulative. Small slowly grows to big! Yayy!