LOL: Life Of Leo

PHOTO PROMPT © G.L. MacMillan " Which of these bottles can give the biggest of bubbles? " asks six year old Nathan to the shopkeeper who also is his father. " Why do you want big bubbles? " the father curiously asks his son who is eyeing the bottles stacked up on the old shelf. " Bigger bubbles look beautiful and are brighter than all the other ones " quips Nathan. " The size of the bubble doesn't matter my son. What matters is how long the bubble lasts and spreads happiness " says the father and hands over a tiny bottle from the second shelf to his son who screams in glee. This five sentence fiction is written for the topic ' Bubbles ' at Lillie McFerrin Writes . This drabble (100 word fiction) is written for Friday Fictioneers, 31st July 2015 .

Image Source Pride is a very dangerous thing It can elevate a person to the highest high But it can also crash one to the ground Without an answer to the how and why All humans are born equal Religions are created by man High and low is preached everyday With no one to come forward with a ban Who defines the David and Goliath Are the rich always considered great What happens to commoners like you and me Do we just have to succumb to fate Money today can buy almost everything But love and happiness it cannot If you prefer to stay on the pedestal Remember from below, you look like a dot Flaunt everything while they last It doesn't take long for the tables to turn No matter how high you sit When the fire comes, you too shall burn No one is superior, no one is inferior What matters is the goodness of the heart Develop trust, love and relationships Else be prepared to fall apart Others might lie low and not talk much ...

Image Source The best thing about ' Tanu Weds Manu Returns ' was clearly Kusum aka Datto, the Tanu doppelganger. I absolutely loved the scene in which Tanu calls her a gawar(villager) and she retorts saying that she is not a gawar as she makes her own money and supports her family unlike Tanu whose underwear also is bought by someone else. I clapped the loudest for this scene. In my honest opinion anyone who is over the age of eighteen irrespective of sex should make their own money. I started earning very young, not because my parents couldn't afford to, but because I wanted to earn my own money. Financial independence is not only about the money. It is about the confidence and self respect that comes with it. Earning money gives you the freedom to do what you want with it. Constantly asking for money from someone else does no good to ones self confidence. Age old customs and history has made the man as the money maker of the family while a woman worships him by pr...

Read Part 1 here. Image Source Alisah woke up to see that the sun was already shining bright through her yellow curtains. She checks the time, 8.30 am. She always woke up late on Saturdays as she did not have to go to work. Her parents understood her work pressures so they do not wake her up during the weekend letting her get her required amount of sleep. After checking the messages on the phone and freshening up, she walks down. Her mother was already busy in her test kitchen and she could hear the blender going on and off. She peeped into the study and found her father buried in a book. She went to the kitchen and made herself a cup of coffee. Black, strong and sugar less - that's how she liked it. She sat by the balcony sipping the coffee and immersed herself into the happenings of the newspaper. Her mother came up to her looking all confused. " Al, does orange flavor taste better with white or dark chocolate? " Alisah looked up from the paper and thought fo...

Image Source This is something that everyone loves I absolutely enjoy moments in the rain But at times it puts an halt to all my plans Ruining everything, causing me terrible pain I love the sweet smell of the petrichor And the cold breeze that comes with it But when you are living in a city like mine Traffic is the first thing to get hit I love the memories that come with rain Causing me to smile, and at times to cry The thing that I hate the most about rains Is that the washed clothes never dry The mild drizzle is a pleasure to watch I love the sound of pitter patter on my window pane But once done it is so difficult to step out Due to the umpteen tiny pools in the lane The air around feels so cool and nice The perfect time for some hot coffee dash But when you decide to take a stroll down the street Someone is bound to spray you with a muddy splash I love the chirping of birds during monsoon They sound so happy, fresh and g...

Image Source " Al, come down for dinner. The fish is getting cold. " Alisah's mother calls out for her. " Ten minutes, Mom. I'm in the middle of something ." She yells back. Alisah was busy writing a poem on her blog. She had just come back from work with a poem running on her mind and she just had to pen it down. The words created havoc in her mind and she was typing away frantically mumbling the words along. Her manicured fingers graced the key board and her glasses now sat on the rim of her nose. She paused every now and then, squinting at the screen and thinking of rhyming words. She still was wearing her work clothes but her shirt sleeves were now folded up to her elbows. Her bag was carelessly thrown on her bed and her shoes were at the foot of it. She had a meeting today that had held her up until late. As soon as she got out of her cab, she had rushed to her room to make something out of the words that was troubling her mind. " Al......

Image Source Six years ago I wrote my first post and here I am today writing my 1000th post. Yes, the thousandth post on LOL! Phew! I cannot believe that I have written so many posts here. This was my first post and I still remember how skeptical I was about publishing it. Blogging was relatively a new concept in 2009 and very few had treaded there. When a friend saw a few poems that I had written, she asked me to start a blog. Heartbroken and sad, I needed a distraction. That was when I started this space. To pour out my feelings and everything that was happening in my life. Poems, fiction, rant, frustrations - this place has seen everything. Today as I write this, I feel a sense of satisfaction and acceptance. For making it this far and for lasting all this while. My blog has been my best friend all these years. Every feeling and emotion of mine has found its place here. From a heartbreak to falling in love again and again. My poems are a piece of my heart and every story of...

Image Source There is this tingling sensation that I feel Of butterflies and the chant of a saxophone  I hear the birds chirping more clearly Every sound has now taken a musical tone The world suddenly seems like a better place Even a sip of water intoxicates me I am lost in an endless dreamy trance That is prettier than what my eyes can see This feeling is extremely beautiful I never want to let go off it I see an array of endless candles And my life is now miraculously lit Nothing around bothers me anymore Happiness is the only thing that I feel Finally I have an answer to all my questions All the loose ends are now tightly sealed Colors now have a new meaning to me Every shade takes me to a different land My mind is busy spinning a bright tale Larger than life, something very grand They say once you are in, you cannot get out But I have already made up my body, mind and soul I have left behind incomplete parts of me ...

Image Source Title: The Cuckoo's Calling Author: Robert Gailbraith aka J.K Rowling Publisher: Hachette India Genre: Fiction/Mystery Price: Rs. 499 on Flipkart. Pages: 550 When a troubled model falls to her death from a snow-covered Mayfair balcony, it is assumed that she has committed suicide. However, her brother has his doubts, and calls in private investigator Cormoran Strike to look into the case. Strike is a war veteran – wounded both physically and psychologically – and his life is in disarray. The case gives him a financial lifeline, but it comes at a personal cost: the more he delves into the young model’s complex world, the darker things get – and the closer he gets to terrible danger. I had heard so much praise about this book that I bought it immediately. But since I had a few other books to be finished, this one was put in the back seat. Finally towards the end of last year I picked it up. I have not read Happy Potter as I'm not a fan of fanta...

PHOTO PROMPT- © Sandra Crook She walked slowly in the scorching heat, carrying a bag on her head and two more in each of her feeble hands. The blisters on her feet hurt and burned, and yet she did not stop; she couldn't. Turning around the corner, she found her regular place and was glad that it was covered in soothing shade. She emptied the contents of her heavy bags carefully, separated and laid down the vegetables for sale. Ignoring the pain all around her body, she said a quick prayer and put on a big smile to greet her first customer for the day. This five sentence fiction is written for the topic ' Scorching ' at Lillie McFerrin Writes . This drabble (100 word fiction) is written for Friday Fictioneers, 17th July 2015 .