The Deep Delight

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Overworking overnight, the workers said,
  The sign board said,
“The lake animals lived happily ever after!”   

Tagging for :
– Three Line Tales Week 51 (writing a three line tale for the supplied image)
– Daily post prompt: Overworked

Danger for one, Happiness for another!

Water? Whoops!

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This Limerick is written for Limerick Challenge Week 49: Satire. The challenge is to write a limerick that mocks, ridicules or pokes fun at something. It can be anything so long as the theme of the limerick is satire.

My limerick theme: Anything of too much is not good. Just like the flood bringing all the waters, challenging for the drinking water.


Nature’s trek, friends and me,
Water, water, endless we see,
Heavy rains,
No complains,
And in pants we pee!

Gist: There is so much water around, so lot of water around, but still no place to pee!

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Satire Meaning: the use of humour, irony, exaggeration, or ridicule to expose and criticize people’s stupidity or vices, particularly in the context of contemporary politics and other topical issues.

Beauty, Blind Eyes

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This post is written for Three Line Tales Challenge Number 38.  It is a challenge put forth by Sonya from Only 100 Words, where we write a three line tale for the supplied image.


Photo Credit: William Bout

Whenever he was worn-out, he used to stare at this picture and write a new story.

He had scribbled hundreds of stories by now and the picture never lacked a motivation for a new perspective.

Today, he sits at a blind school, explaining this picture and all that flow are tears, not the words!

The Void

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From the lights of sun,
Glows the entirety,
Presenting the days,
Glows the locality.


Prison the winds,
Prison the air,
Fools you around,
Escapes everywhere.


As the water flows,
Changes no color,
Lucid and transparent,
You own it or rent.


Housed by the soil,
Food and the bed,
The land lushes green,
Even and serene.



Under this even share,
All equal and fair,
Originates numerous lies,
Rests the dirty human game.

Unexpected Prize


This story is written for Sunday Photo Fiction: 03 July 2016. The task is to write a short story of 200 words or less for the supplied photograph.


It was a competition.

10 water droplets were asked to hang from a branch. The one that lasted longer was announced to be declared as a winner and the most appreciated title ‘Droplet of the Year’. There was a jury of panelists and million other water droplets present to witness this mega event.

It was almost past an hour and all the ten droplets were still holding firm, while one of the droplets lost control and dropped down. The woo’s and eee’s were heard and applause for the remaining. But what the nine watched was the happiness expressed by earth when it quenched its little thirst with that droplet.

Just then, a tiny tired bird came and rested on the branch with a exhausted face by the continuous flapping. All the droplets joined to form a single large one and winked at the bird. The bird gulped it and flew away happily.

Every right service has a prize ,
And at times they are in disguise.

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Away You Go


This story is written for Sunday Photo Fiction: 29 November 2015. The task is to write a short story of 200 words or less for the supplied photograph.


There were 5 tires. They were best friends. They were talking a walk on the beach. They always used to stick together. One of them was a little different. It always used to discuss with others the following questions:

What will happen to me when I wear out? Why should I be working so hard when I know how and where I will end up? Why should we clean ourselves every day? Why should we work every day? Why all this when we know our future which is so clear? Why do you all keep smiling all time? Why does God give us all so much pain?  Why can’t God keep me happy?

Just then, the sea god, listening to all this, came nearby and said, “I am sure I can’t keep you happy! But I can keep the other 4 happy by taking you away” and washed him away!

Well, This is not the end!

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You are Under Arrest!

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This story is written for Sunday Photo Fiction: 15 March 2015. The task is to write a short story for the supplied photograph.


“Water, Wind and Fire and Earth were battling to empower on each other.  The battle went on for years and there was no sign of end. It only went on and on.  Water was furious and gushed every now and then. Wind blew so hard that everything went invisible. Fire flamed with extreme vigor. Earth was revolving swift with quakes.

As the battle continued, fire was covered by earth. It formed lava and water hardened it. This is how the huge rocks were formed. Then water started gushing forming this falls. Wind keeps blowing it now and then”.

That’s the story son. Said the dad to his four-year kid who was pleading to tell story of how this falls was formed.

Son smiled, looked at falls and said loudly,

“You Are Under Arrest”

and took a photograph!

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