The Habitual Eye for I

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When I say ‘nothing’, it could mean there is ‘everything’ that is, but still ‘nothing’ or in fact there is actually ‘nothing’. 


 I, eye, I don’t believe in what I see, though I see it. It’s like you have paid attention to one hour speech and when you try to comprehend, you discover that there was nothing worth take way in it. What it leaves behind is you wondering how the presenter managed to speak for an hour with a zilch.

You see the four words below?
Eye, Yam, Ede, Yet

It’s not actually what you see. Read it fast repeatedly and you will realize what actually it means. Did you see? So why, when people say, ‘Seeing is believing’, I go brrruuuahhh!

I feel pity for those who endeavor for perfections. It is good to have them for petite deadline routines but life as perfection, Are you kidding? Life is gorgeous with imperfections. Life needs to welcome a lot of unexpected things and only an imperfect soul can find beauty in it. Life crazily varies from the line of perfection reaching under as well as over.  The message is to stop looking and visualizing for perfections. If routines become boring then one has to change the way to do them rather than finishing them in hurry.

passion, loyalty,
pull everything from inside,
pathway, to stand out.

My every dark circle enlightens a story. Here are some one liner suggestions to everyone. What you see, is exactly what it means, unlike a few cases.

Inside the Box
Thinking inside-the-box is the solution when everyone else is thinking out-of-the-box.

Terms and Conditions
Doing it our way is the uniqueness, for we all are created on our own terms and conditions.

Stand Out
Standing out is everything about pulling out everything from inside.

The Switch
The game is always on. We just need the right switch to be triggered.

Pebbles of Glow
After-all, the game is all about finding the pebbles of glow!


I have been doing a WordPress course  on ‘Shaping Your Story‘. This is as assignment for Week Three: Finding Your Key Moment. More details can be found HERE.

Owl, Who?

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An owl disguised as a crow,
Barged in at day light,
Soliciting superfluous questions,
Crafting pointless propositions!

It wanted to seize a trade,
Forgetting dark was its arena.
It wanted to rule the light,
As a self declared king!

Where poise flew excess,
Uneven mind lost its conviction,
Even its fart smelled perfume,
Loyalty had left the room.

Fellow owls had a meeting that night,
No one could track its fate.
For it was not seen by any,
That day was end of its many!

Tagging for the daily post prompt: Uneven

We Learn

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We learn to live in the mess.
Sometimes it’s the room which is messed up and sometimes it’s the head.

We learn to live through uncertainties.
Be it a festival or a normal day, we learn that uncertainties are non detachable packages and have to be carried on.

We learn to live decisions.
A minor or a major, they come with cause and effects and we learn to live the priorities.

We learn to live the time.
Between all those little come and goes, those little moments teach us how to live and thrive.

We learn to live with hate.
Smarty pants or a shit head, love or hate, they teach us to move ahead.

We learn to live with another.
Friend or a foe, they bring people together.

We learn to live with Ignorance.
When stupidity reaches its peak, ignorance is bliss and we learn to live with it, with profundity.

We learn to live with broken heart.
It was meant to be broken and we learn that it is easier to live that way. Broken creates gap and creates space for more.

We learn to live with dreams.
They are going to flourish one day and open up more to follow.

We learn to live with Arguments.
They brings the good ones near.

We learn.
To Live.

Tagging the daily post prompt: Argument

So You Shall Reap

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This story is written for Sunday Photo Fiction: 02 October 2016. The task is to write a short story of 200 words or less for the supplied photograph.


It was his own school where he had studied. It was in the same class room where he had learnt how to be successful in life. Now after being a rich successful man he had all plans to bring this school down and construct a resort. Expanding his business was his number one agenda and he did not wanted anything to be obstacle for it.

Look at what fate did. His son fell sick the same month and he was not allowed to be away from home. Doctor had strongly recommended home food, as hostel food was not coping up with his body. The allergies were prone to get serious if the same hostel food environment was continued.

This was the only school in the home city and the only option he had was to reconstruct the school back. The school authority welcomed him and his son with a smile.

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