Z for Zest: Facebook Blogging Challenge

Z for Zest

Note: This post is part of my third Facebook blogging challenge. I seek to post a 100-150 word narration – with alphabetized titles – in September. While I have penned several essays with more than 2000 words, crafting these stories is going to be my toughest ‘creative’ challenge yet because brevity is not my forte. This post – with a title that starts with Z – has 150 words, minus this Note section and the bolded section in the end.

Yesterday was bad.

Like I-do-not-deserve-to-live bad. Like I-am-going-to-lose-my-brain bad. Like life-is-so-hard-I-just-cannot-keep-up bad.

After sleeping for around three hours to block he pain, I woke up and thought about different ways to revive my enthusiasm during such nightmarish days. I came up with a long list, but still felt edgy and unproductive.

So I shut down my electronics and simply sat with myself.

After silently ruminating for about twenty minutes, I took a few deep breaths and felt better. That’s when it struck me. The key to leading a content life is mindful self-awareness. The more you get to know yourself, the easier it is to deal with negativity.

Hence, the next time I am beset by ugly emotions – which is every day (!) – I am going to embrace solitude and find the goodness that is residing deep within me.

Reconnecting with your unsullied soul helps rediscover your zest for life.

What are you favorite coping mechanisms, dear readers? Thank you so much for supporting me over the last twenty-six days as I penned 150 word narrations with alphabetized titles. Hopefully, my efforts brought a smile to someone’s face. :) 

Y for Yesterday: Facebook Blogging Challenge

Y for Yesterday

Note: This post is part of my third Facebook blogging challenge. I seek to post a 100-150 word narration – with alphabetized titles – in September. While I have penned several essays with more than 2000 words, crafting these stories is going to be my toughest ‘creative’ challenge yet because brevity is not my forte. This post – with a title that starts with Y – has 150 words, minus this Note section and the bolded section in the end.

My husband wanted to go biking yesterday, so we bundled up Oreo too and drove to a nearby forest preserve. The weather was pleasant, and I looked forward to spending some alone time with my black-and-white munchkin!

But soon after stepping out of the car – with a leashed Oreo in tow – I spotted the mosquitoes.

Big and brown, they buzzed around in a terrifying funnel cloud, eagerly awaiting their next victim. I could swear they smirked when I walked willingly into their arms.

For the next hour, while my pup smelt the grass and my hubby enjoyed the wind on his face, I scratched every visible part of my body. By the time hubby returned, I had ten red welts, and couldn’t wait to escape from the mosquito-hell!

However, those wounds are no longer visible.

Indeed, yesterday’s scars do fade away with time. Life has a way of moving on.

What did you do yesterday, dear readers? Thank you for your wholehearted participation! 

X for Xmas: Facebook Blogging Challenge

X for Xmas

Note: This post is part of my third Facebook blogging challenge. I seek to post a 100-150 word narration – with alphabetized titles – in September. While I have penned several essays with more than 2000 words, crafting these stories is going to be my toughest ‘creative’ challenge yet because brevity is not my forte. This post – with a title that starts with X – has 150 words, minus this Note section and the bolded section in the end.

“X for?,” I yelled at my husband, who stared at me for a second and went back to watching that darn television. Did I detect a subtle eye-rolling? *grr*

Not one to be tamed easily, I began listing out the words that began with X: Xerox, Xenophobia, Xenial…

Dang – I didn’t know any other word!

As a last resort, I made a ‘sad dog face’ that always melts my hubby’s heart! Looking at me, he sighed out loud and said, with a definite eye-roll, “How about Xmas?”

I pepped up for a second, but then thought, dejectedly, “I have never celebrated Xmas, so what should I write about? “

This time, my sorrow was for real.

But, wait, not every story is already written. Isn’t that the beauty of life?

Sorry friends, I have no story for you today.

It’s time to make some lovely ‘Xmas memories, starting this year!

What is your favorite Xmas memory? Thank you!

W for Winter: Facebook Blogging Challenge

W for Winter

Note: This post is part of my third Facebook blogging challenge. I seek to post a 100-150 word narration – with alphabetized titles – in September. While I have penned several essays with more than 2000 words, crafting these stories is going to be my toughest ‘creative’ challenge yet because brevity is not my forte. This post – with a title that starts with O – has 150 words, minus this Note section and the bolded section in the end.

I recall my first winter in America.

The creamy panorama, chilly breezes, conical icicles, cashmere sweaters and cups of steaming cocoa seemed dreamy and romantic. I used to daintily lick the flakes that kissed my cheeks, and twirled in the snowy parking lots.

I hail from a tropical India, and hence found wonder in and hungrily embraced every nuance of winter. My laughter would constantly be echoing in the whooshing winds!

That was twelve years ago.

Today, the romance has shattered, and, in place, is a raging migraine every time November arrives! The frigid winds and stubborn ice cause panic attacks. I dread the next round of sleety rains, sub-zero temperatures and skidding vehicles.

When will I leave Chicago? 

But I have noticed that one thing hasn’t changed: I still enjoy the tenderness of snowflakes as they land softly on me.

So maybe all the magic isn’t lost yet!

What do you like and/or don’t like about winter? Thank you for participating!

V for Vacation: Facebook Blogging Challenge

V for Vacation

Note: This post is part of my third Facebook blogging challenge. I seek to post a 100-150 word narration – with alphabetized titles – in September. While I have penned several essays with more than 2000 words, crafting these stories is going to be my toughest ‘creative’ challenge yet because brevity is not my forte. This post – with a title that starts with V – has 150 words, minus this Note section and the bolded section in the end.

One of my (umpteen) favorite memories from last year’s trip to the supremely scenic state of Alaska – with my hubby – was shopping at a Walmart that is surrounded by snow-capped peaks!

I am not sure if perfect vacations exist, but this one came damn close!

  • We watched graceful whales dance in the balmy waters
  • We took a bus tour of the picturesque Denali National Park
  • We got thrillingly close to icebergs
  • We motored along roads that are abutted by snowy mountains

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(However, I refused to go hiking because of my extreme fear of the Alaskan Wildlife. My nature-loving husband is still mad ;))

I will never forget the absolute silence at one point during our enthralling Glacier Cruise.

Not a leaf rustled. Not a bird chirped. Not a soul moved.

But instead of being claustrophobic, this soul-stirring stillness was awe-inspiring: a reverent salutation to this Paradise on Earth.

Quite perfect.

What is your most memorable vacation? Do you have a dream destination? I want to explore quaint towns in Europe and New Zealand, tour India (my country) and visit National Parks in the U. S of A. Lofty dreams, I know ;) Thanks for reading!

U for Unloved: Facebook Blogging Challenge

U for Unloved

Note: This post is part of my third Facebook blogging challenge. I seek to post a 100-150 word narration – with alphabetized titles – in September. While I have penned several essays with more than 2000 words, crafting these stories is going to be my toughest ‘creative’ challenge yet because brevity is not my forte. This post – with a title that starts with U – has 150 words, minus this Note section and the bolded section in the end.

Dear Kit

You have been mistreating me for over five years.

For three years, you starved me by feeding nutrient-less, low-calorie junk. You looked the other way as I slowly lost my luster and almost died.

And just when I thought you had healed, you began a new form of abuse.

You invade my privacy when I want to be left alone, and desert me when I desperately crave your thoughtfulness. You claim to know what’s best for me, but, the truth is, you have no idea.

Do you bother asking me whether I am happy? No.

Do you listen to me? No.

Do you honor me? No.

You are selfish, and do what you please with no regard for my well-being.

Will you ever understand me? Will you ever care? Will you ever truly love me?

Thanks for, at least, reading this…
Your (MUCH UNLOVED) body, mind and soul.

How do you take care of yourself every day, dear readers? How do you make sure that your spirit is smiling? Thank you for spending some time with me. #HUGS

T for Thunderstorms: Facebook Blogging Challenge

T for Thunderstorms

Note: This post is part of my third Facebook blogging challenge. I seek to post a 100-150 word narration – with alphabetized titles – in September. While I have penned several essays with more than 2000 words, crafting these stories is going to be my toughest ‘creative’ challenge yet because brevity is not my forte. This post – with a title that starts with T – has 150 words, minus this Note section and the bolded section in the end.

“You look amazing,” squealed the hairstylist, after transforming my boring coiffure into a chic bob cut

My heart thumped with vanity, and I stepped out of the salon feeling supremely sexy.

Two minutes into the drive back home, the sky burst open and a torrent cascaded upon my car. If this deluge wasn’t enough, hail - the size of golf balls – pelted the roof, while the panorama sparkled with a zillion bolts of lightning!

Now, I relish light rains on a balmy day. But I don’t enjoy thunderstorms – and this one was of the worst kind.

Instantly losing my egotistic bravado, I clutched the steering wheel with white knuckles, tearfully repeating my favorite hymn and quaking in fear. After what seemed like ages, I parked in front of my apartment and rushed inside.

My erstwhile stylish hairdo was now a sopping mess.

Lesson learnt: Never preen ;)

(I hate thunderstorms!)

My crazy husband is the exact opposite. He loves sitting on the porch and watching – what he calls – nature’s magnificence aka thunderstorms, and driving in a downpour! ;) Do you like thunderstorms, friends? Have you ever been caught in a hellish storm? Thank you for stopping by and commenting!