FF: Family History

PHOTO PROMPT – © ceayr

She who ran away from the “Chataue De Sable” in France

She hid in a ship & reached India in trance

Away from the eyes of the human predators

Her flesh they wanted, those molesters

Now after ages, settled in Gods Own Country

She wanted to preserve her family history

She had a pretty house, that she built with her Indian spouse

Nestled by the backwaters of Kerala, They land of angels, they say

The house she named as The “Chataue De Sable”

This post is written for Friday Ficitioneers

ABCW: Crochet

I love doing small hobby projects, but I never mastered any. I did some paper crafts, some DIY's, some quilling, now my current hobby stands at "crochet".
And I am still a newbie, a baby crocheter.
I learn from youtube videos, there are so many helping people out there, initially I couldn't fit the concept in my head.
Then slowly steadily made some small woolen earrings, then grew up to made a small sling purse. Now I am making a pretty tote.
Here are few of my creations,

PC:Me,
Crocheted dangling earrings made by me

PC: Me. Crocheted sling purse made by me

PC:Me, My first creation.
Crocheted flower earrings

Latest creation - Work in Progress

This post is written for ABCW - C

Mag: Its Talent & Tech

photo by Francesca Woodman

The power of photography and technology amazes me.

This picture might look ghostly, spooky, even disillusioned. 

But in real, its a 7 year old in pale pink frock going round and round.

The camera is placed on a tripod in front of her, capturing in a very low shutter speed, similar to light photography.

And a little editing here and there, changing the colors into black and white & TaaDaa, we have a complete different image to present to the world.

PC: My husband Ashwin Kumar. This is light photography.Look closely and you can see a faint outline of a man standing. That is my father.

This post is written for Magpie Tales - Mag 303

FF: Piano that plays

PC:  Jan W. Fields

A beautiful piano made of wood and gold

An antique, pretty and old

In this house, all are music illiterate

The one who lived here in 1855, was called Kate

They say, that she still haunts

We did feel at times her taunts

Past midnight, when the window curtains sways

A different chill is felt in that room, when the piano plays

This post is written for Friday Ficitoneers by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields 

3WW: Full Moon Night

PC: viraltemperature.com

Every full moon night, when the moon shines bright

Somewhere is a calm neighborhood, rings an insane mad howl that night

A bad omen hangs in the still air

Those nocturnal species,who turn into werewolves, silently hidden in their private lair

This post is written for Three Word Wednesday - 463

ABCW: Books

PC: Oddeseyonline

A person who loved to read Books lives a thousand lives before he dies.
He lives every character, many times he starts living the life if the character in the book.

They characters in the books become so close, that they feel like friends

And books are a man's best friend,
They are there when no one is, they are there when everyone is
They are there to make you feel good, they are there to show you emotions, obviously a knowledge bank too.

I believe something magical happens when I read a good book, I am sure many other would feel the same sometime in their lives
There is something special about the smell of a new book, or for that matter an old book too.
The feel of the pages, the rustle of the pages, it just awesome.

PS: This post is written as a dedication to hardbound books not the modern online books


This post is written for ABC Wednesday - B

Mag: Mirror on the wall

Last evening when I saw this mirror I saw a confident girl

A few hours back I was a happy girl, so sure of myself.

I met this guy, exchanged numbers and in two days he proposed loved to me

He looked so genuine & sincere with his puppy brown eyes

Little did I expect this from him

Now, I see this girl in the mirror, I see this ravaged girl

Dark tear stained koel dripping eyes, messed up hair, violated body

A date, some love, some friends is what I asked for

A party, my boyfriends, his friends and a spiked drink is what I got

I remember the drink, I remember music & I woke up on someone else bed raped, bruised & devastated

Mirror, Mirror on the wall, please reverse them all

Dear Mirror, Mirror on the wall, show the girl I saw before the dreaded call

This post is written for Magpie Tales - Mag 302

FF: Haiku

PC: Amy Reese

Haiku

Stairs going up to heaven

Starts from hell goes through earth leaving

Back memories like dried leaves

This post is written for Friday Fictioneers 

AWFW: Trust me Sweetheart

This story is dated 3 years back

Ateeya was hurt by men she loved, so she could never trust anyone in her life. Maaney's loved Atteya a lot, but off late he has been very frustrated, one thing he hates is his loyalty being questioned & Ateeya's constant questioning was getting to his nerves, many a times he wondered if this relationship was even worth all the stress, but then one smile from Ateeya made him more sure of this lovely bond they share.

One evening, Maaney was a few hours late than he promised & Ateeya was worried & fuming with anger. Sitting on the kitchen counter, she was in a fierce mood imagining Maaey with other women. The moment Maaney, entered the house Ateeya let her temper loose.
This time, Maaney lost his cool and walked out of the house to his car. Ateeya tried to follow him to the door but it was too late. Maaney was already in his car, he revved the car and moved at a lightening speed without thinking the grave consequences. With million things going on in his head, he did not see the truck headlights in front of him and

PC: Rantzz of a drama queen

Bang!

Ateeya, got a call from the police.

Today, huddled in the corner of a mental asylum. Ateeya, keeps regretting her mistake and keeps saying sorry to Maaey all day

This post is written for A Week For Writing - Prompt 92

3WW: Judgement

Don't judge me with what you see

PC: Rantzz of a Drama Queen

You know me, but not my story

You call me imperfect, because you have two fine legs

I limp & lame across with a smile on my face

Someday, you might know my story 

A story that might sound sad, unreal & harrowing

But, that is the life and that is my being

This post is written for Three Word Wednesday - 462

ABCW - Abortion

PC: Pintrest

I know you loved him
I know you really cared
I know its hard to go through all this alone
But, trust me I am there with you always

I cry when you cry
I glow when you smile
I am sad to see you go through this agony

I love it when you caress your tummy with your soft hands
Trust me Ma, I am there inside growing
I am there inside loving

I want to see the world, that I see through your eyes
I want to live the life that looks beautiful outside

Do love love him more than you love me Ma?
Please don't do this Ma.
I promise to never make you cry

Please don't kill me Ma
Please don't kill me Ma

This post is written for ABCW - A

3WW: Teen Pressures

PC: fotolia

I am a teenager, and right now in the hospital
Why?
I was all eager to please my new high school friends

I am shy and not so popular, almost invisible wherever I have been

All these "friends", wild and frenzy. If I had to be accepted by the popular group.
I had to guzzle down a full bottle of mild floor cleaner in one gulp.

I wanted to be accepted, I wanted to be popular but I ended up half-dead and a Loser


Note:
Peer pressure does make teenagers do a lot of stupid things in life. Sometimes it even fatal.

As a parent, please talk to your child and tell them that if they had to prove themselves to people to become friends then those friends aren't worth it. A friend accepts another friend they way they are.

As a teen, being accepted by others, being popular is not everything in life. Be confident. Be yourself. People should love you for what you are and not what they can make you into.



This post is written for Three Word Wednesday - eager, frenzy, guzzle

Happy First Blogiversary

Its my blog's first anniversary.
I started this for sharing what happens in marriages, but it ended up being a blog for prompts. I love writing on varied topics and I love people's reaction on it.

PC: Imagechef

For the last whole month, there have been so many ups and down's that I haven't been able to give attention to my blogs.
But, then there is a sunshine behind every cloud.

New year brought lot of good news and amazing travel experiences, smiles & happiness.

Pray that all this happiness stays all year for me and my readers because of whom a blogger actually feels good about their writings.

Thank you everyone for encouraging me all year and reading whatever I write.
Hope to get your support this year too.

Happy First Blogiversary And We Said...I Do"
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Happy New Year to all of you