The Nocturnal Adventure of Baby Boo

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If you have babies and kids in your house, Baby Boo might have visited you. This is Baby Boo’s picture, I captured his picture a long time ago.

He is from Babyland, the heavenly abode of magical toys, slides, foods and games. This lovely place is nestled in the Trampoline Cloud and floats all across the Universe. 

The toys and slides  of Babyland are created by the Baby God from love of mothers’ hearts. Baby God watches over Babyland all the time. It is the second safest and the loveliest place in the universe after a mother’s lap.

Now, if you have forgotten Babyland, try to recall it. All of us have visited it as kids in our dreams and imagination. When you were a kid, you frequently went there on winged clouds but you forgot about it when you grew up. You can still go there if you try not to grow up.

Baby Boo was created by a simple mother’s love and he has been residing in Babyland since time immemorial.

He is very naughty and often escapes from his land to travel across the Globe in search of adventure. His mischiefs are forgiven by the Baby God simply because he is His most loving toy.

Whenever Baby Boo wants to escape, he simply jumps off the Trampoline Cloud and usually lands in the arms of some sweet kid on Earth.

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One beautiful night, Baby Boo wanted to have a night out. He escaped Babyland and landed in the crib of Baby Vir. Now, Vir was having a restless night. His diaper rashes were causing him trouble. Baby Boo snuggled next to him and sang the sweetest lullaby. He got carried away and his voice grew louder and louder.

Baby Vir went back to sleep but the loud singing woke up his mum. She tiptoed to his room. Who was singing? She wondered. Perhaps the musical caterpillar was left on or was it the teddy bear? But the voice was unfamiliar.

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She peeped into Vir’s crib and was horrified. She had never seen this toy Baby Boo before. They had never bought that toy from the shop.

On the other hand, Baby Boo stopped singing and tried to hide under Vir’s blanket. Kids know all about him but grown ups are not supposed to know. The Baby God would be angry.

To his relief, Vir’s mum fled from the nursery to wake up his papa. Baby Boo got a chance to escape. He kissed the sleeping Vir and promised to return.

He crawled out of the window into the ‘Strolling Wind’ and flew back to Babyland. He just wished that his little escapade remained undiscovered. And we all know that a Baby’s wish always come true.

Vir’s mum and papa found him sleeping blissfully with a magical smile on his lips. His papa dismissed mum’s doubts blaming it on her sleeplessness and hectic schedule. She was perhaps in a dreamy state! They kissed baby Vir and went back to sleep. Peace was restored in the household.

( This blog post is dedicated to all the sweet little ones in the whole wide world. Even to those in mummy’s tummy! There would be more stories of Baby Boo in the days to come. So stay glued and stay blessed. Love to the little ones always.)

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Allergic to E Challenge

I’ve been nominated to take part in the Allergic to ‘E’ Challenge by The Storyteller’s Abode. Thank you very much for the nomination. I couldn’t resist taking part…

Here are the Rules:
1) Write a whole paragraph ( a paragraph sounds easy right?) without any word containing the letter “e” (still easy?)
2) By reading this you are already signed up.

3) Challenge at least five bloggers to do the challenge. They must do it within 24 hours or it is considered as failure.

4) If you fail or pass, suffer in the Page of Lame.

5) If you win, wallow in the Page of Fame.

6) Link to the Allergic to ‘E’ Challenge page.

Please read my entry here: 

A Letter to E

Hi,

It is sad but I will shun you for this post. I am sorry. I know my works can amount to nothing without you but I got to do this. I took up this task and I stand by it. 

You know, I cannot say anything without you. You stand at 2 in your gang of 5 but you stand out.

Truthfully, scribbling any word without you is a trauma. I want you back,Now!

Yours,

Shivangi

My nominations are whomsoever reading this entry. Are you ready for the challenge? 

A Drop of Tear!

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“At first, it looked like an ordinary marble, but it was far from it.” The vagabond looked at it closely. He had not seen anything like it in the whole wide world. It looked so delicate and fragile on the ground.

The vagabond had returned home after years of travelling…wiser but poorer. He needed money and perhaps, he had hit the jackpot on finding the stone. He was sure that the beauty could fetch him big bucks! But what kind of treasure was it exactly?

A deep heart-breaking sigh startled him. It was coming from the stone and made him feel wretched. He closed his eyes and knew it in his heart. It was a huge tear drop of a heart broken person!

The vagabond did not have the heart to sell it…instead he went to the temple and placed it with the Gods.

This story is a part of the wonderful ‘Mondays Finish The Story Challenge’ by Barbara Beacham. She provides us with a photo prompt, the first sentence, and approximately 150 words with which we are to use to write our story. To take up the challenge click here: Mondays Finish the Story.

3Days 3 quote- Health

 
I have created this poster on health.
Right breathing is the key to health. If you are unwell try focussing on your breath you will feel better.

I have been challenged by the chirpy Ritu of But I Smile Anyway blog site.

The rules of the challenge include:

Thank the person who nominated you

Post a quote a day for 3 days

Nominate three other bloggers

On this third day, I invite anyone who is reading this to take up the challenge. Please share your thoughts through your favourite quotes, it may help someone somewhere😀

3 Days 3 Quote – Pain

The chirpy Ritu of But I smile anyway has challenged me…
The challenge is about posting your favorite quotes or your own quotes for 3 days in a row.

The rules of the challenge include:

Thank the person who nominated you

Post a quote a day for 3 day

Each day nominate 3 new bloggers to take part.

  

I have created the above poster. I completely believe in the thought that…if you can laugh at it, you will bear it. Hope you like the quote.

All my blogger friends are highly creative people with individual expertise. Today, I nominate three gifted bloggers to take up the challenge:

http://www.fropper.com/zones/Yarnspinner

https://serenaglow.wordpress.com

https://thestorytellersabode.wordpress.com

The Bride of Thirteen – 2

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Bent but not broken, she stood looking at the garden from the verandah of her bungalow. Her dimming vision did not allow her to see the untended garden, so she just saw flowers in bloom.

She thanked Him for the flowers!

She would be 100 in a couple of years. She took out one melt in the mouth candy and savoured its taste. Mmmm…! She missed ‘paan’ (betel) but the candies were not bad either. One of her granddaughters had got it from Oman. As she turned to go, the scent of red roses filled her being and took her back to the time when she was a bride of thirteen.

That seemed more like a lifetime ago, in the pre-independence era of India. She was getting married to a prince from a faraway state. The purdah system (married women covered their faces) was a dominant practice at that time but otherwise the women from royal families lead a lavish life. She was fortunate to be the daughter of a Ruling Chief and her marriage was a grand affair.

The royals of different states vied with each other in a show of extravagance at her wedding. Veiled women laden with Banarasi Silk, Velvet and Chiffons and resplendent in gold and diamonds fluttered around. The men had moustaches and long beards and they wore intricately embroidered Sherwanis that made them look noble, chivalrous as well as intimidating.

She had a crimson embroidered veil on her face and she was held by maids in waiting. She didn’t know what was happening as she couldn’t see from under the heavy veil. All she could smell was roses everywhere…on her hair…under her feet…in the garland in her hands. They were perhaps leading her towards the dais where marital rituals were to be performed. She heard that they were filming the wedding – a rarity in those pre-television days. She wanted to peep out of the veil but that would have been improper and scandalous!

She heard people talking that a train full of guests had arrived with the prince. Her father left no stone unturned to give them a spectacular welcome. Folk dances were performed, sword fights were staged, fascinating nautch girls (dancers) from Benares danced Kathak in the ‘janwasa’ and the guests merrily immersed themselves in revelry.

The maids made her sit on a mat and one of them whispered in her ear, “You are lucky princess. The prince is very handsome and perhaps he will take good care of you.” She heard them laughing. The bride was dark, skinny and average looking…little more than a child! She was enjoying the excitement until now. She was ecstatic to be the centre of attention and being fussed over. She had spent the last few months admiring her clothes and jewels but the maids’ words made her anxious.

The full reality of being married dawned upon her. She will have to leave her house, her parents, playmates and embrace a new life. She knew her in laws place was different from hers culturally and socially and the prince was a complete stranger. One day, out of the blue, her parents announced of her impending marriage to an unknown prince from a strange land. Arranged marriages were supposed to be unquestionably accepted in those days.

Moreover, she had thought of it to be some fun event but now it seemed cruel. She was venturing into the unknown and she didn’t know how she would survive in a different place without her loved ones.

The rituals lasted through the night and she slept fitfully between mantras. Whenever her covered head drooped to one side, she would be poked and nudged to wake up. She felt that getting married was a terrible job! She was not liking it anymore.

The following day,the world started treating her differently. The bridegroom and the guests left for the boarding house to change and get ready for farewell. Her status had suddenly elevated, she was a married lady now! She was asked to walk slowly, talk in whispers and wear a veil covering her face. Her mother instructed her for the umpteenth time to behave properly in front of the in laws and not bring shame to the family. She had to be docile, sweet and humble under all circumstances. This forced transformation from a girl to a lady was nerve wrecking.

She had so many questions to ask…but no one was listening to her. She wanted to talk to her siblings but everybody was busy preparing for the ‘vidaai’ (farewell) ceremony. For her, everything was about to change and they expected too much from her! The bride of thirteen felt like crying at the top of her voice. However, there was one thought that made her feel better.

“Well, not everything is going to change,” she muttered. There was ‘one person’ who would not leave her on her own even if the world did. ‘He’ would make sure that everything would be alright. ‘He’ would ensure that her husband, the handsome prince, like and befriend her.

She walked towards the prayer room and picked up the idol of Baby Krishna. He had been her favourite playmate, confidante and sweetheart all this while…she knew that He would make sure everyone else loves her in her new home!

She gently put the smiling Krishna in her gold potli (purse) and smiled broadly. There was nothing to worry, she would not be sad, lonely and miserable anymore. He was with her!

Her daughter-in-law’s voice broke her reverie. She had brought tea for her. It was also time for her favourite TV show. She gave one last look to the roses, smiled fondly and turned to go.

To be continued….


(Loosely based on the life of my grandmother, who will be 100 in a couple of years)

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3 Days 3 Quote – Day 1 on Honesty

The chirpy Ritu of But I smile anyway has challenged me…

The challenge is about posting your favorite quotes or your own quotes for 3 days in a row.

The rules of the challenge include:
Thank the person who nominated you
Post a quote a day for 3 day
Each day nominate 3 new bloggers to take part.

So here is one of my favourite quotes by the great Socrates. It is about the simplicity and honesty – two qualities very rare to find. These qualities are often not applauded rather criticised.

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I have created the poster and the baby in the picture is my older one. 

Now, it is my turn to nominate three highly creative people. My nominations are:

https://singhalalok.wordpress.com
https://darshith0000.wordpress.com
http://davendrak.com