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| Words: 281 // FOR "Daily Flash Fiction Challenge" It was the last day of the green drive. Principal Norhonha was on stage, holding the mic, urging students to 'keep it up'. "We had to announce prizes, so there had to be a last day," Principal Norhonha said. "But you must remember, dear children, that mother earth needs your care every day. Every day is earth day, and the green drive is forever." Dad whispered to Mom. "I know she's giving an important message, but I wish she'd hurry up and announce who won." "You are worse than the kids," Mom scolded as softly as she could."The green drive really has made the kids more environment conscious." "But I want to know if my kid won!" Mom gave him a friendly smack. "You big baby!" she admonished. "SHHHH," hissed a few voices around them. Mom and Dad subsided, each blushing. Principal Norhonha was at last talking about winners. "Now we have so many good entries that we've decided to break it up into sections and categories. So - the Primary Section prize for the Don't Litter category goes to Jeremy and Team!" "How many categories before we reach ..." Dad began, but Mom nudged him hard and he sank back into his seat and feebly applauded. " .... Middle School for Save Our Trees ..." Dad leaned back in his seat. He felt his eyes closing. He didn't see someone signaling from backstage. He didn't feel his wife standing up and creeping away. He awoke to a hard poke in the ribs. "Dad, Dad, were you asleep? Is that why you didn't come on stage when Mom did? I won the overall trophy, Dad, and parents had to be on stage. Here's my trophy, look!" |
| Words: 147 FOR "Daily Flash Fiction Challenge" Their reunion was joyful. Gita hugged her former pupil Shaila, now herself a teacher. "It's such a lovely surprise to meet you like this," Shaila gasped. "I owe you so much." They chose a table together and a waiter offered them canapes. "Ma'am is vegetarian," Shaila stated. "I remember that from my own school days, our class picnics!" The memories flowed. "i remember - I can never forget - you always -" came gushing out of Shaila in a glad torrent. Gita took a sip of her drink. She was looking thoughtful. " ... and it's standing me in good stead now, Ma'am," Shaila was saying. "You always called us Darling or Dear or My Girl - something to show us you loved us. I do that with my students now." Gita's eyes twinkled. "Sweetie," she piped up. "I had to say Dear or Darling or whatever. You see ... I forgot your name.” |
| Words: 163 FOR "Daily Flash Fiction Challenge" All her life, Supriya had heard the phrase “Don’t be silly.” "Mom, I want to join art classes." “Don’t be silly.” "Mom, I like the blue dress better than the red one." “Don’t be silly.” "Mom, I don't like pineapple, please order strawberry ice-cream for me." “Don’t be silly.” So now, composing this note to her mother was easy. She didn't have to ponder what words to use. It took her hardly a few minutes to write. "Mom, Ken's at the door and I'm being silly enough to go with him. He's already got the marriage license and the preacher. I've called my big brother Tushar to give me away and he's been silly enough to say yes. In my usual silly way, I'm borrowing - taking, actually - your best suitcase since I think I'll be living out of a suitcase till we get a place. Please be silly enough to consider it your wedding gift to me. Love from your ever-silly daughter, Supriya." |
Hearts pounding, cheers resounding Heads bending, prayers trending Hands clapping, feet tapping A million spectators yell Eyes gleaming, youth dreaming Lips grinning - team winning! Throats go hoarse, of course! The crowd runs pell-mell! Ball on bat, take that! It's a four, voices roar The game is done, INDIA WON Come, ring the temple bell! Our nation has a fascination For cricket, all we can get It's our passion, always in fashion This is where world champs dwell. LINES - 16 / Words 77 For "PromptMaster !" |
| 20 LINES / 65 WORDS FOR "PromptMaster !" One, two Where's the glue? Three, four You had it before. Five, six Ken's up to tricks Seven, eight I'm running late! Nine, ten Now where's my pen? Eleven, twelve In the drawer I delve Thirteen, fourteen The ink can't be seen! Fifteen, sixteen I'm going to scream Seventeen, eighteen Is this a bad dream?? I'm in such a hurry And Ken hid my stationery! |
Today, I attended a session on balancing the masculine and feminine energies within each of us. It was fascinating.  |
 Today I conducted a 2-hour session called 'What Am I Signing Up For?' "What am I signing up for?" Five people attended. The discussion got quite intense and we went 35 minutes over time. I'm happy! |
| I am at the post office sending a speed post to my cousin. Then I shall visit the stationery shop to buy crayons. |
| Maidens all dressed in white, giggle As youths spray them with colour. Dance, dance round the holy fire! Namak Pare and sweets to delight you! Enjoy! Then endure Sleepless nights, stressful days Studying for key examinations. Oh March! Month of contraries Feasts, festivals, taxes and tests! Magical, Mundane, Mysterious, Magnificent A bountiful harvest celebrated Ramadan means fasting in Islam Conciousness raised, celebrations done How much 31 days can bring us! Notes: 84 words / 14 lines / For "The Bard's Hall Contest" Festivals referred to: Holi, Gudi Padwa, Ramadan. Also, in March, students of Grade X and Grade XII have their all important Board Exams  Here are popular Bollywood stars with a 'Holi' song. n |
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48-HOUR CHALLENGE : Media Prompt
Deadl..." I like this one. It speaks of loyalty and priorities in the long term. He is promising that he will always prioritise the relationship, even as they grow older. He looks the sort who'll remember that promise when the time comes!  The song speaks simply, but speaks of things that couples who apparently fall 'head over heels' in love 'at first sight' need to think about. If committing to someone, it's not all about flowers, chocolates or even diamonds. It's about the idea of 'us', 'we', taking responsibility for doing stuff together over the years. It's about meeting each other halfway if there is a difference of opinion, it's about trust, caring and sharing. The visuals are simple and appealing, too. The joy of being together, of being wrapped up in one another. Yep, I like this one. (PS '55 years' reminded me of my parents. They got married in 1961 and Mom passed away in 2006. They didn't make it to their 50th anniversary, and that was a disappointment for Dad.) |
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