Care from A to Z


Its April of 2018 and Day 03 of A to Z Challenge. I am doing ‘Emotion’ a day picked from the bag of life, with an 8 line poem and a thought.

C is Care.

In the rules,
In the inquiries,

In the doubts,
There could be care.
And in the ‘care’,
Just not be there!


Happiness is

This Post is written for the Incredible Blogger Marathon Challenge. The challenge has 10 tasks and this is the tenth one.

IBMC #10: The Happiness Challenge is a challenge where we are supposed to complete the phrase ‘Happiness is …’. (Check the link for more)


Here goes my prompt:

You know how at times we thrash out and say ‘I don’t care’ at outset and still cry inside? We behave as if nothing mattered and everything was a passing cloud but we exactly know it isn’t. We know that though we show it all easy, every step of overcoming it is going to be too difficult.  

It all goes on and we are back to happy mode. But life isn’t that easy. There comes yet another situation which marks in deep and we are yet to behave ‘cool’ taking things easy.  Life is that cycle of happiness and not so happiness. Yeah! Like ‘I care’. I know. No matter what, we will move on.

Then there comes a time where we say ‘I don’t care’ and actually mean it! There are critics everywhere of all sorts. We know amidst everyone we care, we are still independent emotionally and mentally. We understand that we are responsible for our acts and it affects us in many ways. Yeah! I understand and know it all and I really don’t care!

Well, that is maturity and Happiness is Maturity. It is to know when to act matured and when not to. A lot has been explored and lot yet remains as a query when asked ‘what is maturity?’ May be the definition and understanding of maturity is not matured yet. But still, it’s happiness.

Feel free to take up the challenge if interested.



This story is written for Sunday Photo Fiction: 06 December 2015. The task is to write a short story of 200 words or less for the supplied photograph.


Billy and Nilly had grew up together since childhood. Most of the people who saw them used to ask “Are they twins? They look so much alike!” But they weren’t.  Both of them were adopted by the landlord on the same day from two different places. He had taken care of them as their own children with all the greater goods and care.

Nilly used to follow Billy everywhere. May be it was the scent that kept them together always. They had this sort of unsaid connection. It was pleasant to see them doing things together. They kind of had this trust, which one would notice very evidently.

No one could ever even guess that Nilly was blind and Billy was deaf.

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