• Image for the Love Birds in waitingLove Birds in waiting

    “Oh no! It’s not yet time.  Another hour before she comes home from school. She must let us out before her mother comes home.”

    “Patience dear, I’m sure she’ll come. After all she hates birds.”

    “Then why did she let us into her home in the first place?”

    “Some silly grown up idea to teach  a child responsibility.”

    “There she is. In a minute we’ll be free.”

    “Gosh! I’m so exited I can hardly wait!”

    Outside, Ginger, the neighbour’s tabby was waiting too, as he licked his paws.

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    Linking up with #FridayFotoFiction hosted by Tina and Mayuri

  • Everyday as I walk I find the bench beckoning to me .

    “Come sit down and rest ”

    But I continue walking. With steady resolve I continue .

    “I will walk past you, ” I tell the bench , “even if it kills me .”

    I take the second round and the third. By the time I begin my fourth round , I’ve begun to work up a sweat. I run my fingers through my sticky hair.

    I see the bench looming ahead. “Come , sit down” I hear its taunt”.

    I finish my walk, the sixth round  passing the bench for the last time.

    “See you tomorrow!”


    I was intrigued by the #FridayFotoFiction and found it an interesting linkup party hosted by Tina Basu.

    Also linking this up with Corinne’s #MondayMusings 

    and since I’m already in it for this month,

    #UBC day 16 #BlogBoost

  • Mumbai’s roads are not for running

     

    Mumbai’s roads are not for running. In fact Mumbai’s road are not for walking either.

    And with horrendous traffic jams, dug up roads, pot holes and erratic drivers, murderous BEST drivers, cows, dogs , jay walkers, pedestrians  and  hawkers, Mumbai’s roads aren’t meant for motorists too!

    So what are Mumbai’s roads meant for?

    [tweetthis display_mode=”box”]It would seem that Mumbai’s roads are for the squatters and road side vendors[/tweetthis]

    But, come January at least 42.195 kilometres of those roads are meant for running.

    This year as always, The Standard Chartered Marathon saw many Mumbaikars come out on the streets not only to run but also to cheer on the runners. Unlike last year when we were rudely woken up from our early morning slumber by raucous cheer leaders with their drums, whistles, cheers and claps, this year the Marathon went past our road quite unobtrusively.

    So when we went down to cheer there was pretty much a lack lustre crowd and some of the participants had to actually egg us on to cheer them because we were too busy wolfing down the samosas and gathias that were available at the Breakfast Station.

    I wonder if like all things, the Mumbai Marathon has lost its shine for the fickle minded Mumbaikars who would rather sleep in on a cold Sunday morning in January.

    I’m linking this up with #Ultimate Blog Challenge Day 16 #BlogBoost

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