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#Bar-A-Thon Day 6: Six Minutes of Fame

They dreamt of performing in India’s Best Talent Hunt Show and becoming The Famous Four.

Beach, roadside, parks, bridges, monuments, high-rise buildings, they had tried them all for their death-defying stunts. The next chosen destination was the dam for they would send the video for the first round of audition. They will become famous.

The wild waters were let loose, blinded by youth, they ignored the warning.

The video went viral. They became famous, only none of them survived to see it.

Four youth drowned while performing stunts on the dam…

All for mere six minutes of fame.

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This post is written as an entry for Day 6 of the Bar-A-Thon Edition 3. I have chosen the theme as the Marathon of 100 words story. I am combining the theme together with the prompt for today : Six Minutes of Fame.

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#Bar-A-Thon Day 5: Give Me Five

“Dad, I told you I don’t want to get married.”

“Just meet the boy once, after that you can decide whether you want to go ahead or not.”

Knock, Knock…

She opened the door, “Sushant?”

Happy and surprised to see her college best friend, she could not hold herself, “so you are the boy…”

“Ya, it’s all because of your dad. Somehow he got to know that we liked each other and…”

“And I called his parents to talk about you two shy birds. Mr Verma was too happy with the proposal. So? Give me Five!”

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This post is written as an entry for Day 5 of the Bar-A-Thon Edition 3. I am taking up the theme of A Marathon of 100 words stories combined with todays prompt – Give me Five

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#Bar-A-Thon Day 4: Four Corners of the World

It’s a grand ceremony. People from the four corners of the world have gathered here. My father, my mother and all my friends are here. I have made them all proud today. It’s a special day for me for they will honour me with the Param Vir Chakra today.

Neeta, my beautiful wife, looks beautiful as ever holding our baby in her arms. She climbs the stairs to join me on the stage.

I am so happy to see her yet so sad!

How I wish God had given me a few more years to live with her!

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This post is written as an entry for Day 4 of the Bar-A-Thon Edition 3. I am using the theme as a Marathon of 100 words story challenge combined with the prompt for today which is “four corners of the world”.

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#Bar-A-Thon Day 3: Three’s A Crowd

The setting was perfect, Manasi was looking gorgeous in her black dress while Sumit looked like a Greek god in his black suit. After six months of having a baby, they had planned a dinner date leaving their baby in the custody of grandparents.

The waiter took the order, Manasi was waiting for some romantic conversation.

Sumit’s phone rang. A call by one of his clients took a good half an hour after which the rest of the evening was gone with Sumit making arrangements for his client’s visit.
“Three’s a crowd,” she thought as they sat in the car.

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This post is written as an entry for Day 3 of the Bar- A- Thon Edition 3. I am using my theme as the marathon of 100 word story challenge combining with the prompt for today which is ‘Three’s a crowd’.

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#Bar-A-Thon 2018 Day 2 – Lesser of Two Evils

Her family was planning her marriage. She resisted and opted for M.A. Statistics only to realise it was not meant for her.

“Dad, any marriage proposal for me?”

“Yes, but he is a divorce`.”

“It’s ok dad. It will work.”

Her semester was coming to an end.

“Dad, any other?”

“Yes, but the age difference!”

“It’s ok, dad.”

“He drinks too.”

“No worries, dad.”

She got engaged.

Her exams were approaching.

“They are asking for an early marriage.”

“It’s ok, dad.” She chose the lesser of two evils for that was the only way to skip her exams.

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This post is written as an entry for Day 2 of the Bar- A-Thon Edition 3. The prompt that I am using is the marathon of 100 word stories combined with the prompt for today which is ‘lesser of two evils’.

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Home hacks I swear by every monsoon

Monsoon is a beautiful season. It is poetic, romantic, dreamy and just lovely. However, it monsoon also means dampness, moisture, mud, and leaks. Muddy footprints in the house is an unavoidable issue. It also brings with it a lot of infections and mosquitoes. That’s why It becomes essential to take care of health, hygiene, and sanitation in and around the house.

Here are some tips which I follow every year to make my house ready before monsoons in order to prevent mosquitoes and diseases.

1. Timely repair of taps and pipes

I keep a check on all the pipes and get them repaired in time to avoid any water seepage or water accumulation at any place around the house. Also, the place where water purifiers are installed generally remains damp and moist. It is a must to keep it dry and clean during this season.

2. Dark areas

It becomes a must before the onset of monsoons to spot all the dark areas of the house and get them cleaned regularly. Areas that are underneath the sink especially become a breeding ground for mosquitoes and germs during this season. Every night I clean these places and spray mosquito repellents or a disinfectant liquid in this place.

3. Sewage

It is extremely important to de-clog the sewages regularly. Even if the sewage is not clogged, I put de-clog and drain cleaning powders regularly during monsoons. It prevents mosquitoes and cockroaches from entering the house.

4. Declutter is a must

It is very important to declutter and organise the house especially kitchen before monsoons. The unused items lying around the house often clutter the house and become the breeding ground of mosquitoes and spread infections.

Also, organise the house and kitchen in such a way that every member should be able to access the things easily.

5. Care for the closets

It is useful to put some neem leaves or cloves in the between the clothes in the cupboards to keep the silverfish at bay and keep them fresh.

6. Roll away those carpets

If you have carpets in the house, it is better to roll them away during monsoons. It is a very common sight to have wet feet and shoes in the house, carpets become damp with wet feet and do not dry easily during this season. It becomes difficult to maintain hygiene with carpets around during rains as they can house germs.

7. Keep an antiseptic liquid handy

It is important to keep hygiene essentials like antiseptic liquid and a liquid handwash at an easily accessible place and ensure that everyone uses it at least once after coming from outside and especially after getting caught in the rains. Cuts and bruises are not uncommon, so for that, I keep a bottle of antiseptic liquid handy since the chances of infections are very high in this season.

8. Checking the doors and windows

It is always better to keep the doors and windows tightly shut and see that the rainwater does not come inside from beneath the doors. For this, one can get a rubber strip fixed at the bottom of the door which would keep rainwater away.

9. Change and wash upholstery

I wash the curtains with Antiseptic liquid before the monsoons because these catch a lot of dust and do not dry easily during the rainy season. It is advisable to either change them and opt for light colours and wash them before the onset of monsoons to keep a check on mosquitoes.

10. Throw away unwanted shoes

Shoes if lying unused for some time, start catching fungus due to dampness. It is better to get rid of them before monsoons and clean and wash those which are being used regularly. Also, whenever possible keep them under the sun to ensure there is no moisture in them.

11. Regular cleaning of dustbins

It is always better to change the dustbins or clean and dry them properly. Also, if possible to use dustbin bags for proper disposal of garbage.

12. Door knobs and handles

I remember when my father was discharged from hospital last year, doctors especially advised us to clean the switchboards, door knobs and handles with a good surface cleaner like Dettol. These are touched by everybody especially the maids and have a lot of germs in them. To avoid the spread of germs in the house, it is important to clean them every day.

I follow these tips to take care of the health and hygiene for my family. Let me know your tips and hacks for monsoons too in the comment box.

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#BAR-A-THON 2018 Day 1 :One too many

“Nandita, you just have to do it once. Look at the amount he is paying. You’ll be able to buy the dress you want for Aman’s party.” Nandita gave into Renuka’s suggestion.

That ‘one time’ was followed by many for she wanted the lifestyle of her friends.

The first time she felt ‘dirty’ but soon got used to it until one day she found that she was pregnant.

What about her ‘boards’? What about her parents? What if everyone found out? How about her school?

The next morning, she was found hanging from the ceiling fan of her room.

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This post is written as an entry for Day 1 of the Bar-A-Thon Edition 3. The prompt that I am using for my posts is the marathon of 100 word stories combined with the prompt for today which is ‘one too many’.

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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.

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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.

The prompt I have taken for this post is written at the beginning of the post.


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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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