Celebrate Vengeance

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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. 

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"That Last Night"

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Jillian’s heart was pounding. She was sweating. Restless. "This would change my life," Jillian thought. "Should I go or not?" she wavered.

Her phone rang. She picked it up. It was Vie, her heart throbbed.

“Are you ready, honey? I will come pick you up few minutes from now.”

Her heart almost skipped a beat. He was serious with his proposal. “Oh my God,” she uttered. Panic stricken all over her face. Hanky wet with perspiration that continuously ran down her forehead, cheeks and nape. Jillian was scared whether she was doing the right thing.

The moment of truth dawned on Jillian. She was deeply in love with him but had not til this day got intimate. She’s almost there; soon she will cross the Rubicon.

“Beep, beep,” his car went honking in front of her house. He was there. That debonair of a man who made her knees weak. Her palpitations went faster.

Unconsciously as if in a daze Jillian walked to his car and got in quickly to avoid being seen with him.

The moment the car with tinted glass closed, he pulled her towards him for a hug and gave her a long and passionate kiss on her mouth. She could hardly resist and she responded with equal fervor. He stopped the car thrice on the way.

They soon reached a fine dining resto and went to the corner table that was reserved for him. There was a woman in formal dress seated already which Vie had not informed. The moment that lady in white saw them, she stood up with her hands extended and said “Welcome Jillian. I am happy Vie could persuade you to come for his birthday. You are one of our best friends”

Jillian was taken aback. Did Vie know that his wife would be there and why he then brought her here, Jillian wondered? Hiding her surprise Jillian said, “I could not refuse Vie when he said you will be here and that you were expecting me.”

“Don’t think I am that sweet. I am a bit selfish. I am to go right away to the airport to receive our chairman from New York. I didn’t want my hubby to miss his birthday. It struck me why not call Jillian to fill in my place. Thanks Jillian. I am off now. Take care as Vie can get mischievous ideas.” She kissed her husband and left in a hurry.

Vie’s wife was not a good looking woman. She was very short, looked bland, dark, with her teeth not aligned well. Vie was a tall and handsome man. They were surely not made for each other. Jillian pitied him.

She was shaken from her reverie when she heard Vie. “Honey, come on, finish eating fast. Let us go to our room that I have booked.”

She realized he was serious about his intent to make the night memorable. She remained silent when he settled the bill and walked behind him like a willing victim.

Once inside, he closed the door and said, “The moment we have been waiting for has arrived at last. Let us make this night a memorable one, especially it's my birthday.”

As he came forward to embrace her, she said, "I am sorry Vie. I have second thoughts. Your wife may look like a plain Jane but her heart is pure gold. She is trusting and knowing your nature she even warned me. I will not betray her trust. Let this be the last night when we could have gone wrong. I love you with all my heart but I love and respect her trust in me more. I am sorry, let me go.” She said and walked out in tears.

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Friends

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"Mom, I wanna play with Sofia,” Justin begged of his Mom one fine morning. “I want to see those sheep in the coral…I like those furs, it’s so fluffy, am gonna die,” he added mischievously. His Mom could only smile at Justin. 

“Dad, can I play with Justin today?” Sofia asked his Dad while the latter was busy with the morning papers and a mug of coffee. Her dad peeped through with the papers he was reading. “But it’s too early Sofia,” her Dad mumbled. “I wish to see those sheep in our coral as we usually do with Justin,” she begged of her Dad. “I love those furs, it’s so fluffy, am gonna die,” she added with mischief written all over her face! 

Sofia and Justin is a permanent fixture near the coral. Justin would pick up Sofia in their home, just next to his home and would be shouting “Sofia, Sofia, please come now, those sheep are waiting for us,” and Sofia would run down the grand staircase of their house from the second floor where her bedroom is located. 

His Dad, amused, would just let Sofia go. She’s his angel, the only priceless gift left by his wife who died giving birth to Sofia. 

“Justin, be careful,” his Mom would always remind him. Justin and Mom are best friends. Justin’s Dad died of cancer when he was barely 2 years old. 

Justin and Sofia were very good neighbors in beautiful country homes in Texas. Sofia’s Dad is tending hundreds of sheep enclosed in a big coral. These kids are best friends. Near and around the coral was always the place where they play. They would watch the sheep munch grasses every morning. They would hold hands. And their famous and fabulous lines while watching the sheep would always be: “I love those furs, it’s so fluffy, am gonna die”! Followed by a wild, innocent shriek from them. 

From a distance, their respective parents would be watching them. In their innocence, they  displayed a sweet, close friendship, holding hands while watching those sheep. 

“Sofia, will you forget these moments once we grow up?” Justin would often ask Sofia. And Sofia could only smile with a big a shake of her head signifying a no. 

Suddenly, one day, when they turned their heads to see if someone was watching them, they saw to their surprise their parents too were chatting happily  holding their  hands together  in warmth, oblivious of the baffled stares of their kids from afar. 

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Tale # 54

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I for I'm Gonna Die

Journey

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The plane was nearing Ninoy Aquino International Airport in Manila, Philippines. Cynthia was telling Danielle, a young girl, “It looks like only recently. It was 15 years back myself and my husband were here on a holiday. We went to nearby places and spent a week at Pearl of the Pacific, Boracay Island. It was a fabulous trip. Back to Manila I expressed a wish to adopt a Filipina child as we were childless. He readily agreed and took me to an adoption centre.”

“I know. It was here you took me into your fold. Daddy had told me that you did not like any of the kids you saw at the adoption centre and that the lady in charge took you instead to a poor woman with four daughters and we are on our way in this journey to find my biological mother,” Danielle said with excitement.

“Oh oh, I never knew Alfred has told you all. We tried to keep the details away from you. Yes, we will go to the adoption centre and find that lady who helped though I am not very hopeful. But at least you would have got the feel of the place where you were born” Cynthia said.

“Did you buy me Mommy?” asked the charming and well educated girl.

“I would not say that I bought you. I helped that poor woman with 2000 dollars that would have done her a lot of good. She was in abject poverty and unable to feed her children. Her husband had deserted her though she was good looking,” Cynthia assured Danielle.

“Mommy...Please do not get upset. I am dying with excitement to see how my mommy would look like and whether I would bear any resemblance to her,” she said animatedly.

When they went, they luckily met the same lady though advanced in years at the centre. When she saw Danielle, she exclaimed “What a beautiful girl. It has been a great blessing for the girl that you adopted her.”

“Can you help us trace her mom? The girl is eager to meet her. She has brought lots of gifts for her and her siblings.” Cynthia told to the woman in a hush.

“I am sorry. The shanties there were demolished and big apartments have come. I do not think you can see her. She must be begging at the church perhaps. Can you identify her? I have a very hazy memory,” she said sadly.

“Oh oh, I remember, I had seen a mole on her chin,” said Cynthia in a whisper while Danielle was looking at the children in the centre.

They went to Quiapo Church in the evening with dim hopes of finding her. Danielle was forlorn and dejected. The smile in her face had faded.

There were lines of poor people on the way to church. Cynthia was watching carefully. The woman was not seen. After going around the church when they came out, Cynthia felt someone tug her from behind. When she turned to look she saw a sickly emaciated woman with sunken eyes and protruding jaw bones and a hair that had never seen dressing for years. She was lying on the ground and it appeared to Cynthia she would not live for even a week. When that beggar woman removed the cloth that covered her face, Cynthia was shocked to see the large pinkish mole on her chin. The dying woman locked eyes with her. There were tears in her eyes. 

There was dramatic silence. The poor woman turned to look at the lady beside Cynthia whose holding her hand. She knew it was her daughter. She could only sob in silence. She can't even hug and kiss her. 

Danielle could only mutter as innocently, ”Poor thing, are there nobody to take care of these poor and sick people?” almost in a whisper.

Cynthia quietly took a wad of several pesos and gave it to the woman saying, “Keep it carefully. Buy some food and dress. This should last you for some time.”

Then she hurriedly took Danielle away from the scene towards the waiting car. 


"Let us hurry, our plane to London is leaving in a couple of hours," she admonished the driver. 

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Time is running out....

You can’t push it underground,
You can’t stop it screaming out
How did we come to this?
You will suck the life out of me…
Muse, time is running out”

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Irene sobbed uncontrollably with tears flowing down her cheeks."How can you do this to me? With what face can I meet my parents? They will be shattered by this news.”

“They have always held you in high esteem and never hesitated to permitting me to date with you. I just cannot live with this shame. I would rather die."

Patrick patted her shoulders and said, "You are behaving like a child. Remember this is not a one man show. I am not saying the blame is on you. We should have been careful. Never mind. Let us solve the problem. Let us think of what we should do now. Crying doesn't solve problems," he said with a hint of his patience waning.

"It is easy for you to talk like this. The thing will show up anytime and I cannot hide it from my college mates. I will become a laughing stock. You have sucked the life out of me.” She wailed.

"Be calm. How many weeks now? Let us work a way out," he asked and suggested.

"It is the 6th week. I feel like throwing up I felt when my mom looked at me there was a streak of concern in her face. She didn't ask me. I told her some food at the canteen is not suiting me," she replied.

“Oh, oh. Let us go and meet an OB-Gyne tomorrow. She can find a way out easily. Let us own up the mistake and plead with her for her help," he assured.

“No, no! This is a small community and the word will get around. Let us go to the adjacent city. Let us act fast as time is running out,” she sobbed.

The OB-Gyne in the adjacent city looked matronly and stern. There was a look of consternation as they both blurted out their problem. "Aren't you both literate and college going? Are you not aware of the consequences of your actions? I am sure your parents have not been taken into confidence. I hope you two are above 18. I would need a signed letter before I do anything. Let me check her first," she said.

A few minutes later both of them came out with grim face. The OB-Gyne told calmly, "What do you expect me to do? The damage has been done."

Both the youngsters were devastated. Irene started crying. The doctor was looking at them with a poker face. Patrick said, "Don't be worried Irene I will not let you down, I will marry you within a fortnight come what may. He turned to the doctor and said, "can you please do something to help us out. I promise I will in no case let her down."

The doctor broke into a guffaw and said, “Don't be worried. She is not preggy. I will give her some medicine.  But promise to me that both of you will be careful in the future".

"Muse, time is running out!"

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Written for Thursday Tales

Tale No. #51

Hannah's Secret Garden

Hannah is a very pretty li'l girl, aged two. She had just started telling small words like mommy, daddy, and more. She lived next door. The only daughter of the Smiths. They lived in a very beautiful home with a sprawling, beautiful garden. 

I did not fail to notice each morning when I went for a walk as part of my daily regimen to stay fit, Hannah prancing around in their garden, touching and smelling those colorful flowers that festooned their garden. I envied her for the spirit of joy and appreciating beauty even in her tender age. She will throw an innocent smile at me invariably and mutter auntie. What struck me was the large mole just below her lower lip in her chin that added to the girl’s charm.

I did not see the girl for a couple of days and wondered whether she had fallen sick. On the third day I learnt from my help that someone who came in a truck had kidnapped the girl two days back when she was alone in the garden.

Her parents were devastated. The police could not make a breakthrough as the only witness who saw the girl being put in the truck did not notice its number or remembered the model.

Her mom was constantly crying "Hannah, where are you my girl..........." and no amount of care by her husband could console her. Days and nights passed. Weeks and months passed. Hannah was nowhere to be found. Police were only assuring that they are trying to trace her but they had lost all hopes. In memory of Hannah, they named their vast garden, "Hannah's Secret Garden."

Six months later I had some official work at a neighboring city. I had finished my work by 3pm and my bus was only at 7pm. I went to the mall nearby for a quick bite and for time pass. As I was sitting on a bench and eating, I saw an aged couple with a small girl walking towards my direction. They looked as somebody who came from impoverished family. When I looked at the girl, I was astonished to see the large mole on her chin. To my utter surprise the girl smiled at me and called me auntie.

I learnt the couple found her crying in the road at the outskirts of the city. They had obviously discarded her there when they saw a police car coming behind thinking wrongly they were being chased. She could not speak. She seemed afraid. They brought her home and were taking care of her. I told them about the grieving neighbors and asked them to accompany me promising them some reward.

Imagine the shriek of joy let out by Hanna’s mom on seeing her. They thanked me profusely and rewarded the couple with money, clothes and tidbit.

They did not remove however the name board and it remained “Hannah’s Secret Garden.

The next day, Hannah was seen prancing again in her beautiful garden, hopping from one flower to the other and smelling each one of them. She’s free again but with tight security implemented by her parents within their abode’s perimeter.

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Tale # 50

Tsunami

Just when we were about to start our Friday Habit Fitness Regimen in our office, our country’s Regional Disaster Coordinating Council alerted everyone of possible tsunami that may hit our place after it hit Japan at 2:30 PM. A couple of my colleagues offered prayers while we were gathered at our municipal park, then dispersed immediately as Alert Level 2 was already raised after some few minutes. There were tears in our eyes and panic stricken all over our faces but we went home and remained calm.

When I arrived home, I saw on TV the devastation and aftermath of the deadly tsunami that hit Japan. I could not believe my eyes what I saw. I was trembling. My knees wobbling. I immediately went to our neighbors and told them of the instructions to us in office to alert everyone around us and go find a higher ground for safety.

My hubby coincidentally sent me an sms telling me he was sleepless.I answered the message telling him to pray for us because of the tsunami alert in our place. A few minutes later, he called again and told us to hurry and go to a safe place – “in the nearest mountain,” he told.

I called my son and daughter who are in the city asking them to pray for us. My daughter told me to go soonest to a safe place. She further told me she heard howling dogs the night before around their boarding home. She presumed it was a premonition of an impending danger.

So I called the school where my son was and requested the School Principal to disperse the almost 1000 students soonest. I was so worried as my son still took another 20 minutes to reach home.

I asked him to gas up our three wheeler, buy some emergency provisions we will carry with us, had our cellphones loaded and off we went to the nearest mountain. We just went a couple of kilometers away from home. But when we saw lots of people coming to the mountain too, we panicked. We went further and found a safe place. After an hour, people continued to come to the place where we found refuge. They were in ten-wheelers, jam-packed. I was convinced this was no false warning anymore.

These people even came from nearby municipality and as far as Pamplona.

We had candles as emergency lights. It was too cold. Kids were crying maybe due to little lighting and the cold temperature. I was so tired.

My daughter was glued on CNN for updates and she would relay the news to us immediately. When she told me that San Vicente, Cagayan and Isabela province were hit by the first wave and no damages seen, I was a bit relieved. But she would always tell us to stay put in our place because the alert was not lifted yet.

Finding we were in a safe place, I was able to snooze a little, in spite of the noisy surroundings and the uncomfortable cold cement floor.

Then when our Pastor’s son kept on crying at past 1 am, we decided to return home since my daughter was no longer sending us updates though her last text message told us that “scientists could still get wrong with their predictions as the US West Coast is expected to be hit by an 8 ft high waves sooner or later.”

But then, the critical hours had already passed. So at 2:30 am, we went home, at a very slow pace. And as we reached our home we saw that nothing disastrous had happened. I was so relieved. I went to my room, and uttered a prayer of gratitude. “Thank God, you spared us”! My bedroom looked the same before I hesitantly left it 10 hours ago.

Just before we left home, I had posted on FB asking my friends to help us by praying for our safety and for God to spare us of agony and hardship. When I opened my mail, I felt overwhelmed. I saw many had posted their prayers for us. I was so happy, at the abundant love and care for us from my friends. Much more, God loves us.

Thank you Lord, for saving us. For sparing the whole of the country.

Nature's fury can be devastating at times as what has happened now in Japan. My heart goes out to Japan where a thousand or more were predicted to have died and a lot more were rendered homeless, stranded, without food, water, shelter with only the hope of succour reaching them soon. I learned many countries big and small have offered help by way of men, money ,materials, food and many things to restore normalcy. I sincerely pray for the victims out there and wish things return to normal very soon. May God bless the departed souls...

In times like this, we need a Saviour, more than anything else. And prayers are powerful.

Change!

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Wish upon a star

Of a blissful grandiose place

Where love, beauty reign!

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I stole that magical wand of the beautiful fairy in my dream. Every time I would wave it and utter a wish simultaneously, things happen as I wish them to be! Magic, pure magic!!!

I saw wars, famines and pestilences in my vision happening in different parts of the world. “Magic wand, please make this a happy, peaceful world,” and pronto the place changes to a Utopian world. Wars ended, food came in abundance and famine ended…

I saw the world suffering from the devastation of natural catastrophes; floods, earthquakes, tsunami, long drought, heavy rainfall, the melting of icebergs in the North and South Pole. “Magic wand, control nature, let floods end, earthquakes stop, impede tsunami, control drought, manage heavy rainfall, icebergs stop from thawing," and there a beautiful world is seen emerging…

I saw domestic violence, drug abuse, child abuse, and many other human cruelties. “Magic wand, please help me stop these societal problems, create a happy family, bring to a halt drug trafficking and end child abuse in every abode!” And so it did, that I could only see happy families, no delinquencies both young and old caused by drug addiction and children grew up to be reasonable children at home and responsible citizens in the community…

I was nursing heartache. At nights I am crying. Cupid did a naughty act. He played mischievously against my heart. “Magic wand, this time I badly need your help, could you help ease the pain?” Magic wand answered: “I am sorry Lynette, you cannot use me to personally change or edify your feelings or make yourself happy. I am only meant to change the world and not to be used for personal ends.”

Lynette’s world was shattered. She cursed the magic wand that she had stolen from a fairy. She threw it away. And wretchedly, the world she had changed for better using the magic wand, returned to what it had been before.

If only dreams were real, if only magic wands were real, if only what magic wands can do to change a world were real, I would still want another magic wand and use it to change the world. If it doesn’t work for my personal happiness, so be it!

“Beautiful fairy, where are you? I need your wand now…the world needs your magic wand!”

Ahhh…dreams…Dreams Are My Reality!!! 

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My Piano

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“Remember that piano, so delightful, unusual…

That classic sensation, sentimental, confusion!”

Even as a child, Leeanne had a fancy for piano toys. She would beg her Mom to buy her one. Then one day, her Mom decided to send Leeanne to a music school. Though expensive for her since they could hardly make both ends meet, she knew Leeanne would love it.

She saw in the music school that many of her age group was enrolled in the same class. Some silent, some boisterous, some nerd-looking and most unfriendly. However one little boy may be two years her senior was kind of sweet when he introduced himself as Joshua. A handsome boy with a smiling face, she took an instant liking and they soon became friends. They lingered in the school even after their piano recitals talking to each other about music and many sweet nothings. They both loved this piece very much.

“Used to play, I like Chopin
Love me now and again….”

Interestingly they were recognized as the best performers for playing the song “I like Chopin”!

Young as they were, there were twinkles in their eyes as they threw a look at each other. They were young to be lovers in the normal sense but rejoiced in each other’s company and often holding hands. A case of puppy love presumably!

“Rainy days, never say goodbye
To desire when we are together
Rainy days growing in your eyes
Tell me where’s the way…”

They grew up to be both equally attractive teenagers and their friendship of piano days grew close. They went to the same college. Their friendship went to a higher level and blossomed into deep love. They now longed for each other’s company more than anything else. Sunshiny or rainy days, they had each other to cling to. When he missed her in the college even one day Joshua would get worried whether Leeanne was sick and it was the same way when he would miss his classes. Their parents were not aware of their love. They hid it even among college mates.

Special occasions like birthdays, Valentines and New Year’s Day for each other would mean meeting stealthily at a restaurant. They promised to each other that they would marry after graduation and on getting a job in the same city. It was all hunky dory the days in college were over. They had graduated and were looking for job.

It was then that Joshua suddenly stopped seeing her at the music school that was their meeting place. Those were the days when there were no mobile phones or net. She heard from a common friend that his house was locked and no one lived there. Life became a misery for Leanne. She cried all the time pining for him. The suspense of his whereabouts and the uncertainty about his well being tormented her. But there was no news. Months rolled by as she lived on the memories. She had lost her zest for life.

Her music teacher requested Leanne help her in the music classes and take classes for beginners in the evenings and weekends. One evening as she was teaching young children the lines

“Used to play, I like Chopin
Love me now and again….”

Tears rolled down from her eyes as she saw a young girl and boy sitting adjacent to each other. She wiped her tears and turned towards the piano playing feverishly the same lines to the amusement of the children. She was oblivious to the surroundings and was lost in her own thoughts. It was then she sensed someone tapping her shoulders. She was startled to find Joshua standing opposite her. He had become more handsome, plump and was well dressed. Forgetting she was in a class, she clasped her hands involuntarily with his until the children giggled. She disbanded the class to the merriment of the children.

When left alone, Joshua explained the urgent circumstances he had to leave on the sudden demise of his father along with his mom and siblings to a far away city and he could not contact her. He had secured a nice job and found one for her too. He told her to her great delight “I have come specifically to propose to you and meet your parents. I want you to come with me and take up the job. We will get married very soon with your parents’ blessings. I have informed my mother of my love for you and of my intention to bring you home along with me.”

Her joy knew no bounds. She hugged him tightly and dragged him towards the piano.”Come on, play on the piano. Let us relive our school days,” she implored.

When he started pounding the keys to play the song


"Imagine your face
In a sunshine reflection
A vision of blue skies
Forever distractions"

She sang along with him smothering him with smooches. The world looked suddenly bright after the drizzle stopped and a rainbow of magical hues appeared on the horizon.

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Written for Thursday Tales

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Realization

She was like a blind man groping in the dark, trying to find the meaning of life, the reason of her existence, her mission in this world.

She was already in her middle years, but still, she couldn’t find the meaning of her existence. Life was routine spent on eating, sleeping and mundane activities. She admired Mother Theresa of Calcutta, India. Now she wished to follow in her footsteps, but how?

She wished to remove that abstract blindfold she had voluntarily worn for years. She felt unhappy with her life. She wanted to find the right direction to a fulfilling existence. 

To start anew, she felt learning the ABC like a child, counting 1,2, 3 by her fingers, trying to take bold steps like a nine month old baby who was  just starting to practice her motor skills.

And finally, in a twinkling of an eye, she knew what to do. She became aware of  what  she was missing in her life. And yes, she now  knew what can make her happy.

On a Sunday morning in church, she informed the Church Pastor of her keen desire to teach the  kids in Sunday school and if she still had enough time, to teach the adult ladies also in Sunday school. The pastor readily agreed praising her for her compassion and telling her that she was nearer the Lord than she ever was.

Now all of a sudden  her world looked bright and sunny. She promised herself that she will do what she had decided till her last days when God will come and take her to His bosom, in Heaven.

Happiness is not having a lot of money but it is in having compassion for the poor and needy. 

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Written for Thursday Tales

Precious Time...

Kringgggg……kringggggg………..the alarm on my bedside kept blaring. This morning, I felt like squeezing it in my hand and stopping it from waking me up. Unwilling to get out of bed, I still feel groggy, giddy, with my eyelids drooping. Wanting to catch up the  sleep  that I lost while I kept tossing and turning for so many nights now.

It is always an effort and a struggle to get out of bed to get ready. But today being  a Saturday, I had no intention to be anything but lazy. After all it is only 4:19 AM in my lappy time and is too early I can still snuggle inside the blanket that is warm and comfy.

Sadly I could not sleep anymore after getting up for an urgent necessity. Reminded of the  promise I made to update my space soonest, to several of my buddies. Wanting to write but my mind still seemed to be lazy and hazy. Thoughts and ideas, groping from the dark, make me go crazy…:(

My mind is burdened with so many pressing concerns of late….Whatever I do, however much I try to manage my time, to keep my schedule right, I find my time is short while things remain undone on my plate. Isn’t that the dilemma of every busy body? I contemplate.

Time is always in short supply even on simple and mundane matters. Like sleeping, having breakfast, getting ready for work leaving me in tatters. What shall I do for bonding with family, singing,  enjoying being with nature. Have you found any way for me to get out of this discomfiture?

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Written for Thursday Tales

Rain only reminds me of you.....

It was one fine morning. Liz had to meet Jay. As agreed over phone, Jay picked her up at the appointed time. 

Jay liked Liz and so did Liz. Meeting each other happened just once in a blue moon. Whenever Liz travelled to the city for a very important business appointment that was mostly infrequent, Liz would always made it a point to meet Jay. Even when Jay was very busy with his work, he always found time for her and was also excited to be with her.

And today, today is very special for Liz. It’s her birthday and meeting Jay is almost a treat…! Jay was on time to pick up Liz.

While driving on a boulevard to the international airport, it started raining suddenly. Not just, drizzle, but a heavy downpour. Whenever they were together, Liz remembered that it always rained and the cool ambience made them utterly romantic.

That’s what happened today too. “I wish this rain and the journey with him will not end,” murmured Liz to herself even as she stole a look at Jay. She felt like melting in his arms with her knees growing weak especially when Jay responded with a mesmerizing smile and those attractive squinting eyes rendered her defenseless against his charm.

“Oh my, those eyes,” Liz could only whisper to herself.

Jay on the other hand, reached for Liz’ hands and clasped them tightly. The touch sent thrills along her spine and gave her goose bumps. She could sense that Jay too was kindled. He stopped the car in a road shoulder and smiled at her. He drew her close to him and ran his fingers across her hairs softly. She snuggled closer and his lips brushed against her cheeks. Her heart pounded feverishly fast and seemed to burst in the sheer excitement. No words were spoken but they became aware of the intensity of their emotions. They could only savor the ecstatic silence as their lips locked with each other. 

“I wish to hug you tightly,” Jay whispered under his breath, “Liz, my God, what have you done to me? You are a perfect angel for me, but why can’t I have you all to myself?”

His warm embrace gave Liz a feeling of bliss, making her wrap him in her arms. This willing reciprocation from her made Jay all the more crazy.

Then suddenly, from out of the blue, Jay pushed her down on the seat and fell upon her chest tightening his hold further and smothering her with passionate kisses. Liz could only helplessly oblige and respond to his fervor.

“I love you so much Liz,” he whispered into her ears. “I love you too Jay, only God knows how much” she uttered, almost teary eyed.

Suddenly he realized that he should hold back and sat up to say “Happy birthday Liz.” Liz could only smile understandingly at his control of emotions. Though a trifle disappointed, she was proud of him. As he hugged her, again tears of joy fell from her big brown eyes, as if trying to compete with the rain outside that came cascading on the windshield of his car.

Every time it rained, Liz was always reminded of Jay. Though miles apart, the rains as silent witness always brought back the memories of Jay and the happy moments in the car….they both loved the rain….the sound it gave them in the car and the romantic feelings it brought. She felt in such moments that Jay was just beside her ready for her embrace. 

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Written for Thursday Tales

Also linked to One Single Impression

Prompt: Free(dom)

Image Credit: HERE. The artist is my dear friend/sis, Preetilata, at her blog White Window.