M for Mother: Facebook Blogging Challenge

M for Mother

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 M – has 150 words, minus this Note section and the bolded section in the end.

“Hi Mom”, I said, trying to sound chirpy

My mum – whose protective hormone is always on high-alert – instantly understood that something was wrong and breathlessly asked if I was okay.

Letting go of all pretense, I confessed that her five-month trip to India was saddening me.

“So you will finally miss me, eh?,” she said, teasing me in her sing-song voice

Sighing loudly, I responded, “Obviously! I can yell, scream and cuss at you, but you know I love you”

My response sums up our volatile relationship adequately!

It is impossible for us to be in the same room without raising our voices at each other. But it is also impossible for me to imagine a life without her.

I know she is still only one phone-call away, but this continental divide seems like an unbridgeable chasm.

Come back soon, dear mum. I miss all the yelling ;)

My mother had a great deal of trouble with me, but I think she enjoyed it. Mark Twain  Read more at http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/keywords/mother_2.html#k3wf9yq780FyAXq2.99

What kind of a relationship do you have with your mother? Thank you so much for reading and commenting. #HUGSS

L for Love: Facebook Blogging Challenge

L for Love

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 L – has 150 words, minus this Note section and the bolded section in the end.

My husband doesn’t believe in grandiloquent romantic gestures. In fact, he thinks Valentine’s Day is one of the greatest marketing scams (and I find it hard to disagree) ! We haven’t gone on long rides or had candlelight dinners, and he abhors public proclamations (or displays) of affection.

But when I find it hard to sleep at night, he takes me for a soothing ride. And when I almost annihilated myself by starving, he was my rock. My disordered eating behavior must have embarrassed this newly married man, but he never complained. Despite bleeding inside every second, his eyes always twinkled and his smile never faded.

His selfless care is far more expressive and valuable than a million dollar ring for me. Every day, he proves that love should not be measured by some materialistic yardstick. Love should just be demonstrated in ways that matter.

I love you, dear hubs.

How do you perceive love, dear readers? Is there someone in your life who epitomizes this virtue? Thanks for your heartfelt participation. #HUGS

 

 

K for Kindness: Facebook Blogging Challenge

K for Kindness

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 K – has 150 words, minus this Note section and the bolded section in the end.

My husband glided our car into Panera Bread’s parking lot, which bore slushy remnants of the previous night’s heavy snowfall.

We got out and walked towards an elderly couple who were agitatedly pacing in front of the restaurant. When asked if they were okay, the man stated that they had dropped their keys somewhere in the parking lot and were just looking for them.

I nodded sympathetically, my mind already distracted by the heavenly aroma of my favorite Hazelnut coffee. But, asking me to go inside, my husband walked back to our car, took out the shovel and silently began clearing the lots.

His unanticipated kindness left me and the couple in awe. Ashamed by my thoughtlessness, I too joined him. Ten minutes later, our efforts paid off and the ecstatic couple gratefully hugged us.

It was the perfect way to usher in a new year! Love you, dear hubby!

Indeed, my husband taught me a very important lesson about kindness that day – it is most cherished when it is least expected. Has anyone’s unconditional compassion ever left your speechless? Thanks for your Comments, lovely readers.

J for Judgment: Facebook Blogging Challenge

J for Judgment

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 J – has 150 words, minus this Note section and the bolded section in the end.

“You look great! How are you feeling?”, said my favorite server at IHOP, with a tender smile and kindly eyes.

Four years ago, I had spent hours at the famous breakfast restaurant, tears streaming down my cheeks into my coffee cup. I weighed less than 100 lbs., was diagnosed with Anorexia, and struggled with my body image (and eating).

The same server used to guide me to an isolated seat, so I wouldn’t be disturbed. She never judged, never pried and never advised. She simply understood my predicament and offered silent support. Consequently, I felt very close to her during those stressful times.

It was a surprise when she recognized me today. I had packed around forty pounds since our last meeting. The fact that she cared enough to inquire about me melted my soul.

Again, I saw no judgment in her eyes.

She continued to understand.

Thank you, friend.

 

I have a shameful tendency to judge. Hence, I think of it is a blessing to be surrounded by wonderful souls like this IHOP-server. They stimulate me to become a better person too. Have you struggled with passing judgments? How do you prevent yourself from judging others? Your comments are much appreciated, dear readers #HUGSS

 

I for Inspiration: Facebook Blogging Challenge

I for Inspiration

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 I – has 150 words, minus this Note section and the bolded section in the end.

I lit a scented candle and turned on my table-lamp. Looking out the window, I smiled at the kaleidoscopic sunset.

The stage was set.

I was finally inspired to tackle an assignment that had stumped me for a week.

But thirty minutes later, I swore and gave up.

My brain was not supplying that magical first line, which was supposed to stimulate me to create a coherent masterpiece.

I woke up the next day, desperate to make some progress. The document was due in two days. With a vengeance, I opened my laptop and typed whatever came to my mind.

Five hours (and multiple breaks) later, I had1500 words on the screen.

They didn’t make much sense, but I experienced a soul-deep satisfaction nonetheless. Because, this time, I could see the finish-line and was truly inspired to cross it!

Thomas Edison had it right when he said, ”Inspiration IS perspiration.”

 How do you perceive inspiration, friends? Have you ever been stuck in a creative rut, only to realize that BEGINNING a task was enough motivation to see it through to the end? Thanks for your participation #HUGSS

H for Happiness: Facebook Blogging Challenge

H for Happiness

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 H – has 150 words, minus this Note section and the bolded section in the end.

Standing first throughout high school hasn’t made me happy.

Graduating from college hasn’t made me happy.

Getting married hasn’t made me happy.

Starving myself hasn’t made me happy.

Penning a good article hasn’t made me happy.

Surprising, isn’t it?! Most of the above – minus the starving part, of course – are reasons to celebrate. But while each of them provided momentary satisfaction, none of them caused long-term bliss.

I have now realized that these accomplishments failed to elate me because I relied on them to be happy. When those reasons no longer applied, my happiness levels plummeted. For instance, if I struggle with my writing for one day, I start questioning my talent and remain depressed.

It’s time I stop seeking a motive for happiness and instead give myself permission to smile. When you find something beautiful in random moments, you will no longer need significant milestones to be happy, eh?!

How do you perceive happiness, dear readers? By the way, I opened a Facebook Group called Happiness Haven in which I post uplifting quotes, along with some personal message, every day. If anyone is interested, please send a request. I would love to commemorate happiness with you. Thanks for your earnest participation.

G for Graciousness: Facebook Blogging Challenge

G for Graciousness

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 G – has 150 words, minus this Note section and the bolded section in the end.

My eyes gleamed with outrage as I saw my best friend laughing with my arch nemesis.

I was rehearsing for a dance competition, which was to be held at another state. My pal – a wonderful singer – was scheduled to sing for our team.

However, I was no longer focused on the movements, instead seething with resentment. I ignored her completely after that incident.

She begged me to tell her what was wrong, but my petty self didn’t budge. Serendipitously, she had to bow out of the competition. And I was perversely satisfied.

However, it didn’t take too long to regret my attitude.

I missed her terribly throughout the trip, and couldn’t wait to get back and apologize. I didn’t deserve her compassion, but desperately hoped for the same.

My worries were unwarranted. She forgave me instantly.

Thank you for teaching me the meaning of unconditional graciousness, bestie! Love you!

What was YOUR first brush with graciousness, dear readers? Thank you for your heartfelt comments.