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Open 24 Hours

Ronit entered the pub named Open 24 Hours, with his group of friends. They were all there to celebrate Mohit’s birthday. They ordered their drinks and went to the dance floor. After a couple of hours, Ronit went to the washroom, when he came out of the washroom, his eyes caught a girl outside the girl’s washroom, holding her high-heeled sandals in one of her hands. She was trying to make a call but was facing some network issues. She looked worried.

Ronit went to her and asked, “Would you like to use my phone? I might be a stranger to you but if you don’t mind you can use my phone. You can delete the number from the caller’s list if you want.

Hesitatingly, she took the phone and dialled a number.

“Mom, the party is going to be over soon. I will be back in an hour. Don’t worry about me. I am fine. Bye.”

She gave the phone back to him.

“My name is Raima. I am here with my friends. I was trying to call my mom to tell her that I am okay. Thanks for the help.” She said in a friendly voice.

“I am Ronit. That’s okay. I am here with my friends too. Are you going inside?”

“No, I want to stay outside for a while. Do you mind joining me?” Raima asked him.

“Umm, okay,” Ronit replied.

Just then Raima’s phone rang and she answered. She told him that it was her friend who was looking for her and asking to go home. She excused herself and went towards the exit door.

After a while, Ronit went inside and joined his friends who were still on the dance floor.

The next day, Ronit was sitting in his office but was not able to focus on his work. His thoughts were still occupied by the events of last night. He wasn’t able to get Raima out of his mind. Maybe it was love at first sight!

The week spent as usual in his office. The following weekend he thought of visiting the pub again. He spoke to his friends and they decided to go to the same pub again.

Ronit was hoping to see Raima again there. His eyes were looking for her while his friends were enjoying themselves on the floor. Feeling restless he went out to the terrace where they had met last weekend. Luckily, he spotted her. She was standing with her back towards him. Initially, he thought that she might be someone else. As he moved further, he was sure she was Raima.

“Hi, so we meet again!” Ronit called out to her.

Raima was startled to see him but greeted him with a smile.

“Ya, this is one of our favourites. We come here every weekend. What about you?” Ronit told her.

“I come here often too. My friend brings me here. Though I don’t like it much. It is only because of my friend that I come here. Her parents won’t let her come otherwise.”

They spoke to each other for some time after which she said, “Ronit, can I ask you for a favour. It’s getting too late and my mom is waiting for me at home. I will tell my friends that I am going home. They won’t mind.”

They left the pub in Ronit’s car. She told him that her father had expired many years back and she was the only child of her parents. She and her mother lived in an apartment nearby.

Ronit dropped Raima outside her apartments. She gave him her number and told him which apartment she lived in. Ronit thought that she liked him too.

Two days later, Ronit was passing by the same apartments. He thought of going to her house and meeting her. Maybe he would be able to meet her.

He rang the bell of her house. A woman opened the door.

“Hello, aunty. Is Raima there? I am her friend. I would like to meet her.” Ronit asked the woman with a smile.

“Raima?” asked the woman surprisingly.

“Come inside.” She said.

In the drawing-room, there was a big picture of Raima with a garland.

Ronit was shocked. Before he could speak, the woman spoke to him, “that’s my daughter, Raima. She died last year in an accident. Her body was found outside the Pub called Open 24 Hours. She had gone there with her friends. They say that she fell down from the terrace being highly drunk. But I know she wasn’t drunk that night. She had called me just before the time of her death to tell me that she was fine and will be back in an hour for the party was about to get over. I still don’t know what happened that night.” Raima’s mother told him.

Ronit did not know what to think or to say. The memories of those two nights…the call that she made on his phone… I will be back in an hour… the party is about to get over…I am fine…

Ronit left the place without saying anything.

He sat in the car and started not knowing where he was going.

“Hi Ronit, looking for me?”

Ronit looked on his left and saw Raima sitting in the car. Suddenly, he lost the control of the steering wheel.

The crowd gathered and policemen arrived outside Open 24 Hours and took out the body of Ronit from the car.

OPEN 24 HOURS

This post is written as an enrty for Day 7 of the Write Tribe Festival of Words June 2018.

The prompt which I have used today is the picture prompt used in the featured image of the post.

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The Big Dream of Little Eyes

“No matter how your heart is grieving, if you keep on believing, the dream that you wish will come true.” – Cinderella

She was 6, he was 35. She was poor, he was rich. She had dreams, he had powers. It was a marriage by force. She could have died that very night, for he was the drunkard and had no control over himself. Many of her friends had died just like that. She knew but she had hope. She wanted to become a singer, like the one whom she heard once in a moving car. That one tune she would hum each day. He brought her home like a trophy. He was busy that night with his friends, drinking and dancing. Suddenly, there was a loud sound like a bang. Someone had shot a gun in the air for celebrations. It was an accident but he died on the spot.

She was left alone but became the heiress of his assets. The old maid that looked after his house took her under her protection for she was a widow and had no children of her own. She became her guiding angel. She looked after her and arranged for her singing classes.

Her talents and hard work paid off. She got a chance to take part in a Talent Hunt show. Luck was on her side. She won the show and was known as Bhumi, the Singing Star of the year. The judge was none other than the same singer whose song she had heard in that moving car.

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This post is written for Day 6 of the Write Tribe Festival of Words 2018.

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The Warrior’s Journey

It was a proud moment for them, Suman was looking proudly at her daughter, Sonal, who was invited by the British High Commission to give a talk at Sarvodaya Kanya Vidyalaya School. Sonal was speaking to the girls about life and aspirations, on gender issues and was giving an inspirational talk on her own life.

Suman was sitting along with her mother and her son, Ranveer. Suman’s mother said to her, “Suman, when I look at Sonal today, all I can say is “the flower that blooms in adversity is the most rare and beautiful of them all”. Suman nodded her head in agreement.

She began thinking about their life 18 years back, when Sonal was 4 years old and Ranveer was 1-year-old. She used to live with her husband, Arun who was a very famous lawyer. What looked like a happy family to everybody was going through so much pain that no one could ever imagine. Arun used to beat Suman over petty issues. Even a smallest disagreement from Suman would lead bigger arguments and which often ended up Suman getting brutally beaten up by Arun.

Sonal had often seen her mother badly bruised, bleeding and sometimes with broken bones. Sonal was a chirpy and talkative little child then. But the violence that she used to witness everyday made her quiet and withdrawn. She stopped talking to anybody and stopped making any friends. Suman tried her best to make her marriage work for the sake of her kids and bore the torture quietly. Ranveer, on the other hand stopped speaking completely. However, all this did not stop Arun from beating Suman. One day, Arun threw Suman from the stairs of their house in his fit of anger. Suman’s arm got fractured due to this. Little Sonam got terrified after watching this. She couldn’t sleep at night for many days after that incident.

That was the time, when Suman decided to take a stand, not for herself but for the sake of her children. She took her children and went to her parent’s house. Her father refused to help her for the fear of society. Her mother suggested her to go to her maternal grandmother.

Her grandmother supported Suman and her kids. She asked them to live with her. Suman started living at her grandmother’s house with her two small kids who were under the trauma of the excessive abuse and violence at their house. The road was tough ahead for the three of them. Suman herself was traumatized and fearful but she did not lose hope. She had neither any money nor any job to support her two children. She started writing and became a social activist. With her love and care, her kids started coming out of the trauma.

Sonal was a bright and sincere student. She worked hard in her studies for she knew the hardships her mother was going through. With her hard work and dedication she started getting scholarships from her school and got into the most prestigious college on the basis of her scholarship.

Strong as her mother, she worked continued to work hard and won many accolades in her college as well. She got admission in one of the prestigious college of London on the basis of her scholarship and went there to study. Ranveer also grew up as a fine boy and started doing well in his studies. He received 5 academic scholarships during his 5 semesters of college. Sonal wrote various articles on domestic violence and women rights which got published and made her famous. Suman became a well-known social activist and a famous writer.

This is a true story based on the life of a dear friend of mine. I have changed the names and moderated certain facts to keep up the privacy and dignity of the family. When I look at them, all I can say is, “all rising to great places is by a winding stair”.

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Linking it up as an entry for the Day 5 of the Write Tribe Festival of Words June 2018.

I have used 2 prompts for this post: the picture prompt of the spiral staircase and the quote prompt from Mulan which is – “the flower that blooms in adversity is the most rare and beautiful of them all.”


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The Wedding Vows

The wedding ceremonies of Avinash and Avantika were taking place. Past midnight, everyone assembled at the pavilion for the saatphere (the wedding vows). Their friends and relatives were cracking jokes, their parents tired but happy since everything was going well. The seventh phera was about to start when suddenly Avinash’s father got a stroke and fainted.

“Dad!” Avinash and his sisters cried together. The garland and turban flew in the air as he ran to help his father. They immediately took his father in a car and rushed to the hospital.

The shock made Avantika’s mother faint. Avinash’s father was critical. His sisters declared that they would not bring the bride home without their father.

At the pavilion, Avantika refused to move from her place by saying, she will not leave the place without Avinash…

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This post is written for Day 4 of the Write Tribe Festival of Words June 2018.

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Your Name is Destiny, For Destiny is in Your Own Hands

“Our fate lives within us. You only have to be brave enough to see it.” – Brave
“Ma, see my appointment letter. They have appointed me as the customer care manager in the hotel. It’s all because of you ma.” Mrs Shekhawat was patiently listening to Niyati who was ranting about her interview details.
It was the same Niyati whom she had met fifteen years back in the village of Orissa where she was working as a social activist for the cause of poor and uneducated children. Mrs Shekhawat had very tough time in persuading her father to send her to the school established by her.
Little Niyati would often come to the school in her father’s absence. She knew what her father would do to her when he came to know about her escapades.
Once when Niyati did not come to school for many days, she went to her house to ask about her. Niyati’s father fought with her and asked her to go away. But she could not leave after she saw the sick and feeble Niyati. She almost looked half dead.

“Ma, ma! What are you thinking? Ma, I want to tell you something,” Mrs Shekhawat’s stream of thoughts was suddenly broken.

“Adi has proposed me Ma!” she paused for a while.
“That’s great Niyati. What did you say?” asked Mrs Shekhawat.

“I don’t know, ma. I don’t want to marry yet. Rather, I don’t want to marry ever.”

“Niyati, this could not be you. From when did you start saying no to life? You have always been a fighter. How can you say no when happiness is ready to embrace you? Past is dead and gone. You are the creator of your own destiny.”

“No, ma…it was all because of you.”
“No, Niyati. It was you. You yourself chose to come out of those miseries. Now, go ahead and embrace love and life with the same spirit. Create your own destiny now as you did then. Remember how you would come to the school despite the warnings of your father.”
The memory of that day was still fresh in her mind. Mrs Shekhawat had come to her house to ask for her. Her father had fought with her. Niyati gathered all her strength to go and meet her. For she knew, it was her last chance. She was barely able to walk after the cruelty of her father. Her father had come to know that she went to Mrs Shekhawat’s school in his absence. He had not only beaten her up with sticks but also forced himself upon her at night to teach her a lesson. Her mother had no courage to say anything in front of his father.
Niyati had clung to Mrs Shekhawat and cried her heart out. She told her about all her miseries and pleaded her to take her along.
Mrs Shekhawat paid five thousand rupees to her father and bought her freedom.

Your Name is Destiny, For Destiny is in Your Own Hands

This post is written as Day 3 entry for the Write Tribe Festival of Words June 2018.

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Super Healthy Recipe for the Super Speedy Recovery of a Sick Toddler

One of the cutest and adorable stage of childhood is the toddler stage. However, even the cutest toddler throws the most difficult tantrum to handle. It is at this stage that the children are developing food habits. They start showing up their likes and dislikes. Children become fussy eaters also. Children become fussy eaters also at this stage. The most difficult and dreaded part comes when they fall sick and refuse to eat anything.

I used to feel like pulling my hair and crying when they would fall ill and would not allow even a single bite to go down their tummies. A slight push and you will find yourself mopping the floor with all the food that had gone into the little tummies with so much struggle. The challenge is to be patient at this time.

Super Healthy Recipe for the Super Speedy Recovery of a Sick Toddler

After researching a lot, I found one super food that works like magic potion during such days and that is quinoa.
Quinoa is a super food and has many benefits. It is easily digestible and has many health benefits. It is tasty, crunchy and can be cooked in a variety of ways. Here are some of its benefits:
1. It is high in vitamin A, C, and E.
2. It is high in magnesium, potassium, and calcium.
3. It has 8 essential amino acids.
4. It is an excellent source of iron.
5. It is rich in protein.

Quinoa is a great option for parents who have a tough time feeding their kids with healthy food. It can be cooked like rice and served with curries and gravies.

A simple way of giving it to a toddler is in the form of khichdi.

Quinoa Khichdi
Ingredients:
¼ cup – quinoa
½ cup – moong dal
2 cup – water
Salt- to taste
¼ cup – finely chopped vegetables like peas, beans, carrots, cauliflower etc.
1 tbsp – Ghee
¼ tsp – turmeric
¼ tsp – cumin seeds

Method:
1. Rinse quinoa several times to remove its bitterness.
2. Rinse moong dal 3-4 times.
3. Soak quinoa and moong dal for 30 minutes.
4. In a pressure cooker, put ghee and let it heat.
5. Add cumin seeds, and let it splutter.
6. Add chopped vegetables and sauté them.
7. Add quinoa, moong dal and water. Add salt and turmeric.
8. Close the pressure cooker and allow it to whistle.
9. After about 1-2 whistles, remove from gas and allow it to cool.
10. Before serving, add a spoon full of ghee or butter.

I find this recipe especially useful when my kids fall ill and are unable to eat much. Quinoa khichdi is easy to chew and digest. With the benefits of quinoa, it helps in their speedy recovery also.

This blog post is a part of #Baby_ToddlerFood Blog Train hosted by Anisha from Momzdiary, Deepali from Myteenytot and Danisha from Lovethatyoucanbuy

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Lastly I would like to thank Ankita from caringmommadiaries for introducing me and would love to invite Sobha to hop on this train and share her recipe.

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Diary of a murderer

I was driving in the rented black Honda city . The stretch was long, narrow and lonely. It was 3:00 am. I did not know where I was going or why for I had drunk rather heavily at night.
The rough road led the car jerk and I heard thumping from the back of the car.
I pulled up the car at a side thinking the tyre must have flat and decided to check.
The tyre was fine but the boot was open.
I opened and found a trunk inside.
Cut pieces of a human body…Blood dripping…
The effects of alcohol were gone…
I sat down and broke..
In a fit of anger, I had murdered her…

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The Unmarried Father

“Sunny, think again. You have your whole life ahead. How will you take care of her? It is not that easy.”
“No, ma. I have made up my mind. I can’t leave her. I will manage on my own.”
“Sunny, you are not even married. You have no experience of bringing up a baby. You don’t even know who her parents are? Give it to some orphanage. They will take good care of her. What about Riya? Do you think her parents will let her marry you if you keep this baby with you?”
“Mom, whatever be the consequence, I will not leave her.”
Sunny had found a newborn baby girl in a garbage on a footpath while going to his office. The little baby was wrapped in a torn cloth and had ants sticking on her. She would have died had he not picked her up and brought her home.
We often talk about motherhood but isn’t fatherhood an equally strong bond?

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Be Your Daughter’s Best Confidante

 I still remember, when I was in school, my friends used to tell me how lucky I was to have parents with whom I could discuss and share everything. It used to really surprise me when they would tell me that the atmosphere in their homes was such that they could not say anything in front of their parents forget about confiding in them their secrets.

This never really happened with me. I have been blessed to have a family where I can share everything and feel secure of not being judged. My sister and my parents are my best pal and I have always openly discussed with them everything I want to.

Even in college, I used to feel this difference. My friends would come to the college dressed up in salwar suits, change their clothes in the washroom and go to watch movies with their friends. When I asked them why they did so, they would tell me that their parents would never permit them to wear western outfits or go for a movie with friends.

Till date, I feel that girls are not comfortable in doing things their own way. There are so many restrictions at home and so many do’s and don’ts that they have no option but to hide it from their parents. It later on creates problems for them.

“Romance fails us and so do friendships, but the relationship of parent and child, less noisy than all the others, remains indelible and indestructible, the strongest relationship on earth” – Theodor Reik

 

 

Very often the decision of getting married is also forced upon them directly or indirectly. If they face any problems related to physical relationships, they do not have anyone to confide in. The choice of a lifestyle is not given to them. They have to face morality lessons from everyone.

Even after marriage, there are many instances where the girl is not happy in her marriage but keeps on adjusting because of the simple fact that her family will not support her otherwise. Parents would only ask her to adjust no matter what.

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The lessons I learnt as a mother from these instances are:

1.   A girl should not feel hesitant to discuss her views on how and when she wants to get married. It’s okay if the parents want her to get married but it should not be forced upon her.

2.  If a girl is not happy in her marriage, the parents must understand the problems faced by her. She should also have the freedom of telling her parents about her relationship with the husband even if it is concerning her sexual life.

3.  In our culture, we never give importance to sexual life. It remains a subject which is never touched upon and nobody even peaks about it. When a girl gets married, it becomes a very important aspect of her married life and problems can crop up because of that. At that time, it becomes very important to have someone with whom such problems can be discussed.

4.  The freedom to choose their lifestyle is not given to girls. They must have this freedom to choose the kind of lifestyle they want to live or the kind of clothes they want to wear without being judged.

 

It is very important for parents to be their daughter’s best pal and have a relationship where they can share everything they feel like.

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