Happy 4th Anniversary!

Happy 4th Blog Anniversary!

Today is my blog's 4th anniversary! I almost forgot. Thanks to a short conversation with Lena of the Colors of My Soul . Without that small chat over FB, I may not be reminded of how special is today!

Happy anniversary to my blog "Dreams Are My Reality"!

Like what is etched in my blog: “Dreams are like the paints of a great artist. Your dreams are your paints, the world is your canvas. Believing, is the brush that converts your dreams into a masterpiece of reality.”

And because of that, I firmly believe that "Dreams are true interpreters of our inclinations, but art is required to sort and understand them. – Michel De Montaigne - 

"I think I shall write books and get rich and famous; that would suit me, so that is my favorite dream"...:-)

Looking forward to that day when I will finally be writing my own book! Hopefully! :D

P.S. My passion for baking of late stole lots of my time for writing, hence my blog went a-lazy for so many times.

And yet, I was not able to bake a cake for my blog's anniversary! :-(

Celebrate Vengeance

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 33; the thirty-third edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton. The theme for the month is 'Celebrations'

She plunged the glinting dagger deeply with force into his heart.

Shocked as he was, he struggled gasping for breath and clutching his heart….until he lay drenched in a pool of his own blood.

Then he breathed his last with his eyes staring in anger towards her vengeful face.

After years of suffering, she could finally heave a sigh of relief and be happy as she swiped clean the bloody dagger.

He was a selfish rogue. He didn't give her what was due to her. All he did was to try in vain to take advantage of her subordinate position. But she never gave in. 

He thought one day she will fall in his trap and tried his trick. But she was smarter than he knew and she could keep him at bay. The dirty old wretch actually deserved more than what she did.

If only it was needed to plunge that dagger as many times as she wanted, she would have happily done it. But the initial plunge itself was enough to take the devil’s life. Her anger had not subsided and she was not satisfied.

She now sat in a cozy corner in a private coffee nook sipping her hot coffee as she recollected that fateful day with that devil.

Finally, it is time for her to celebrate!

The eagerly  awaited end of a fiend had come. 

The fellow Blog-a-Tonics who took part in this Blog-a-Ton and links to their respective posts can be checked here. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton. Introduced By: Leo of I Rhyme Without Reason. Participation Count: 12

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Nature

My own photo...

Commune with nature

A forlorn soul’s therapy

My heart’s best healer!

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Written for Haiku Heights

and One Single Impression 

Prompt: Nature