To Teachers with love

J Just like every day is precious and beautiful, this day is just filled with an extra zest and over-whelming emotions. Memories of past, exactly the childhood, my school days, and see how days actually flutter so quickly. When I was in school not a day passed when I didn’t dream of being older, responsible and being independent. Now that I have grown, more than I could actually call thyself young, I miss so badly every moment spent in school. How disciplined life was! I woke up everyday at right time, went school, moment reached there played ‘Statue and over’ game with friends, those long assemblies, news reading, thought for the day, while being in class looking out the greenery and my favourite the tall giant blessed mango tree, that lunch break bell, sharing Tiffin, jumping over benches, wishing teachers, gossips, giggles, hide and seek of glare and glance, glory.... alas all is gone!

Nothing but those moments in school today is the most wonderful world of stories I wish to sink in every time. How busy yet easy and well scheduled life was then. Waiting for school buses, those raincoats, pencils, magical eraser, stickers and competitions, madly waiting for Sundays was so much fun. Friends been the pillars and equal contributors in every mischief planned. Some still stand strong by my side, yet many shall always be in mind, reminding of something sweet bringing the smile all over again.

India celebrates Teacher's Day on September 5 since 1962 as it is the birth anniversary of Dr Sarvapalli Radhakrishnan, a prominent thinker, philosopher and an educator.

Today is the Teacher’s day.
But the fact is every time I make someone proud or I feel the worth, I know deep into my heart I think and thank my teachers. Each and every one of them played an important role into my life. At every junction of my school and college life, it was definitely the teachers who showed me a light and a unique way to lead zestful life. It is definitely the teachers who made efforts to make me realise the dreams and the passions of being a young aspirant. A creative flow I’m still following and taking little steps to pursue the joy in everything.
When the chapters were boring, life-path were tough,
it was the teachers' who created creative, colourful bridges to cross and acknowledge the shades of circumstances and situations to deal being strong-hearted. A teacher definitely make a lasting impression on your mind helping to shape up the ideas and ideals of life which broadens the spectrum of thoughts. Their words and deeds linger in our memory-bands for decades even after we leave school. Such is the charisma, the inspiring soul, an encouraging personality of lovely nurturing teachers.

Teachers’ conviction teaches us to believe in and be confident.

Here, this auspicious day remembering and expressing my heartfelt gratitude for all my wonderful teachers from kindergarten, schools and colleges.
Also I take an opportunity conveying my heartiest love and affection to the teachers of my life, my parents and grand-parents. And some of my very dear friends who taught me some magic-tricks and basics of life like to always 'Smile' and 'Celebrate Life'. They shall always be my sunshine teachers and I’ll try to be their best student for life!

Below sharing a sketch of Year-2000, I made it in the class-room while making some notes in the same piece of the page, while my favourite and an ideal teacher Mr. Akhilesh Kumar Goswami was teaching the subject ‘Hindi’ language.

And below is the picture where I’m with my classmates right with my wide opened arms with my kindergarten’s first ever the most inspiring teacher of my life Ms.Rita. I remember it was some special day when we students were asked to be in civil uniform and there in the classroom, I was given a chit to pick from a bowl and act accordingly. My lovely inspiring gorgeous madam was encouraging everyone to participate and I was just happy to catch the glimpse with a camera!

“Indeed someone rightly said, "Teachers don't impact for a year, but for a lifetime."

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Read more on Teachers and School Days :

• Taare Zameen Par - a Colourful Childhood
• Time Travel
• My Childhood Memories - Invincible Incredible Bond
• Nostalgia - Past Perfect

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Every scar have a story to tell

a real Story of Scar turning into Strength!

Sketch (Angel with one wing) below is an extension of Rachi Creations.. created by thyself for this post!

I don't know what nature a peacock possess but I know that I like peacock for their beautiful feathers looks. Everyone of us very humanly first get attracted to the physical appearance. A human desire for physical beauty is perceived to be aesthetically pleasing. Well shaped and perfectly polished by the media culture and old school meter to judge a person in one look actually has much deeper roots. How our eyes looks, nose is appropriately fine, sharp cheek bones, long lustrous hair, shinny skin and our height weight, balanced craving structure that we actually almost forget who we really are.

Being beautiful by heart is something one can evolve in due course of time if we want to. No wonder we also want to be like Greek Gods and Goddesses. If not absolute then at least nearly having better than just good looks. But when beauty means only by the skin, involves body or hair it is equally tough to deal with the standards society have created. And if that same body have a scar nobody can save that person from having left with piercing mark on hearts too. Living with any kind of scar is tough, physically and emotionally.

...while scars are harmless to health but leaves marks in mind and soul..

I don't know exactly how a guy would perceive a scar on his body, may be an alluring sign of being rough and tough. But when it come to girls, they might never want ever in their life would like to admit it that they owe few scars on their delicate body. And having scars on visible parts of their body causes them some amount of embarrassment!
When the scars are natural or by birth we crib but often learn to accept them. But when the scars on the body are by some accident, surgery, illness or injury those scars leaves deeper scars on heart too. This is tough to handle for ages. Scars which are at the visible part of the body makes us always self-conscious that people might know about it and will then talk evil about it pretending sympathy, even if they are not talking negative, the person with scar tend to get bitter by nature. There are ugly times in darkness when those dark scars reminding about the event, an uncontrolled circumstance when they actually got them. While scars are harmless to health, wound heals but leaves marks in mind and soul.

Iwas five something, a very active and an energetic child by nature. Like any other usual morning I woke up early. My school used to be in afternoon so I had enough time in morning. That was a day, something in mid of winters, when I got up early and thought that I must do something which I learn in my school. So, I wore my shoes and went out for a walk. Just like any other busy morning, my father was getting ready for his office and my mom busy to prepare breakfast. Nobody had even a hint of what the later day holds. I went out without saying anyone. It was a matter of an hour. I went to a garden not very far from my home. I choose going there because there were lots of flowers and hence had lots of monarch butterflies fluttering around. That place used to be my 'Alice in wonderland' kind of place. I had this vivid colourful imaginations and heaven like fantasy about that place. And like any other happy child would do, I was walking and running around catching butterflies.
Next thing I remember somebody shaking me, asking me my address, my name, my father's name. I was in half unconscious state. Someone picked me in his arms and took me to my home. My mother fainted looking at me. My father was instantly called off from the office. There was red blood all over the white shirt and hands of the man who brought me home. They immediately took me to the hospital. I was made to sit on the table in the hospital emergency ward. My mom was there holding me tight. The nurse teared off my pajama with the pair of scissors. And literary they found kind of chunks of my leg flesh. My leg looked like having a hole and blood was oozing out of it. (I am sorry to have written this, not mean to scare you but something truth need to be told ). My mom closed my eyes with her cold hands. She was shivering. She didn't wanted me to see those wounds.

While my eyes were still closed, my mind went back to the story to it's original status. Suddenly I realized that when I was walking in the garden, I think since I didn't see at that point of time that a mad dog came behind me and with his sharp long canine teeth pierced my skin and garbing my leg. He violently dragged me and was simply unwilling to leave me. I was shouting, suffering and same time I fainted by fear and unbearable pain.

I think that the crowd came to help me but nobody could actually know how to help. Then I remember a stranger coming to me, patting my cheek constantly to wake me up and asking my name and other stuff. I was already in half unconscious state of mind, by then.

While waiting for a doctor, the wound was being washed under running cold water tape.
Soon doctor came, he asked the nurse to take me to the operation theater quickly. I was given a pain killer and was conscious. Until I reached the Operation room I had no idea what that doctor was going to do. I was asked to laid back. My mom was waiting outside anxiously. I was asked to behave like a good child. I was not getting fussy. But when I heard the nurse and Doctor conversation, I was scared. There were other male nurses holding tightly my hands and legs. I knew something worst and painful would happen next. I was afraid of something like a sticking a long needle directly into me without having anesthesia due to some medical safety requirements. This whole process took more than a hour I guess. I was tired of crying, shouting for my paa, my mom, tired of the severe endless pain. There were good fourteen stitches covering my leg, closing the wounds.

I still don't remember when everything was over and I was brought home.
I was in deep sleep, woke up only in the late-evening unconscious of what would had happened. I attempted of getting down the bed, tried walk and suddenly realized I could not bend my leg. One leg was almost numb. It was bandaged. And my hands had some blue bruise which were hurting badly. Soon my mom came running, brought me water. I saw my mom's face all so pale. She must have cried that whole day. I couldn't cry in-fount of my mom. She cleared her chocking throat and managed to say few words like, 'don't get down from the bed, you need anything call me!'

Initially I thought it was a matter of a day may be few hours.
But I was restricted to be on bed for next two and half months. Worst was still to come. I couldn't attend school. I couldn't play. I was tired of being on bed all the time. I got so irritated in nature then. I remember the food I love the most was cooked almost everyday. My mom did not scold me if I was not willing to eat vegetables and enjoyed my roti/bread with lots of (Amul)butter spread on it or eating it at times with only (Kissan tomato ketchup)sauce. Every day at every meal, my mom used to feed me with her warm fingers. I think this was kind of only good part of the ugly story. They were very supportive. My paa was also not angry on me. Yet then they did try to know from me what exactly the things took place.

Tough things and a rough time was still not over for me and my parents.
I remember taking bath sitting on a chair with plastic wrapped around my leg to avoid water going inside. My mom used to wash my hair hanging down the chair. Constantly rubbing and drying me off with a towel. Even a drop of water entering the wound would only worsen the situation. She would never like to take any such weird chances. I was taken to the hospital every morning by my paa before he went to office to change the dressing. I saw my scars. Those bad ugly looking dark threads of the stitches on my leg. 'Don't touch them!' a male nurse said to me. I remember asking him almost every alternate day, will my leg look fine later. He always smiled and said that the wounds will heal. It will take time but will be healed. I liked his dedication, his affectionate smile and that extra care he took not to hurt me while he re-bandage the whole thing.

“Soon at the early age I knew there were certain things in life when we wait for the long period of time to act upon and heal the wounds. We had no option but to wait! Wait for the miracles.

According to the hospital sources they think,"I'm lucky".
They think that if the dog's sharp canine tooth had even slightly touched my leg bone, they had no choice but to cut my leg to avoid spreading of poison. I understand the importance of having limbs.

I always wondered why this happened to me.
I couldn't sleep for long because of bad dreams I had. Dreams like something was capturing me, chocking me, clenching from behind, something dark with strange shrills. It was a difficult time. I was still a kid then, used to wear skirts and frocks. And often my scar was easily visible to everyone. Sometimes my friend's parents used to ask me about it and feel sorry. The harsh was when one of my friend's mother in a sympathetic tone said 'You will never be able to wear shorts or skirts when you get older.' Wearing something specific was never an issues. But in a early age having on mind a kind of restriction is an unpleasant feeling.

“My mom used to always say that the scars becomes older, it will gradually fade away and become less noticeable. I could never understand that. Though, they will fade significantly over time, have been less noticeable but will never go away completely. That's scary right. I have been always self-conscious, no wonder. I kind of became a much more bitter and angry then. It's not easy to let it go when the scars are visible, people talk, nothing works and you end up pretending things are "just fine not a big thing at all" which makes us feel worse. Scars are emotionally exhausting and damaging to self esteem absolutely, I understand that very basic fact! Sometimes you can hide the pain but alas never the scar! (Oh! I'm literate and am aware of the science how much it have progressed. And if you are thinking of all that cosmetic plastic surgery stuff, I request you to kindly not read further since this is a kind of real suppressed story for years and is not a plastic perfect story to cherish! Sorry to disappoint you!)


Certain lessons in life you learn by yourself!
Nobody can ever teach you, since people never will never know what you are going through. Some scars marks are buried so deep and hidden inside a person's heart that it is harder to give help to heal.

For being two and half months on bed was not that big deal.
It was more of the early summer vacation of agony and pain. But there were my final exams which I could not attend. Since I could not give my final exams, a conscious deliberate tough decision was taken by my parents that I must redo my classes and not get simply promoted to next class. Basically repeat the whole year in the same class. Where everyday I could see my classmates and my friends going in other class, I was in a class with new children around me. Initially it was difficult to make new friends. But I had no choice but to accept the circumstances. Yes, I understand how innocent a child heart is, so fragile to understand the situations and act upon strongly.

“Life was changing rapidly.
I was losing my friends but making new.
I was able to play again but with scars.
My mom loving me but getting more worried of me if I didn't come back home early. My father being true friend of mine during rough times when it was difficult for me to go school. He used to play with me, paint with me, sing with me. Because there are certain tough decisions need to be taken and act upon them precise.

Honestly, my scars, the fourteen stitches in my leg haunted me for almost fourteen years of my life, almost until I completed my schooling. Because I was unable to figure out anything positive out of it except that I still had limbs which serve the purpose and that's the utmost significant and miraculous thing.

I was doing my graduation, first year when one day we had to go out in some social get-together. Like any other teenage girl, I was preaching my mom which dress she must wear. No wonder I wanted my mother to look at her best. Just when I was helping her to wear the saree, something familiar yet strange came into my sudden notice. I saw scar on my mom's abdomen area. It was like a set back for me. My scars always haunted me for years. I could not bear to see a scar on my mother's body. I quickly asked my mother what exactly was that and how she got them. I saw my mother's facial expression of hiding something or she could not tell something at easily. The fear of having scars haunts everyone of us, my strong mother is no exception. She soon tried changing a story and said apprehensively she just have them. I again curiously asked her, finally she said with a smile that she got these scars on her body while giving a birth to a child, that's me. It was a complicated surgery. I'm a cesarean child. How could I forget that fact when kids in school in fun used to discuss whether their head popped first or the feet came first, I never had an answer to it ever. I couldn't understand what I should have told my mother at that junction of moment. I chose to be silently agreeing to her then. Though, I wanted to be apologetic to her for giving those scars.

But my mother taught me to rejoice the scars by accepting me and loving me at the most. I proclaimed latter that may be scars are there to tell a story, how bravely we recovered during tough times. It is massively unfair when society/people pin points and creates certain assumptions about the person who have a scar of any kind. I just wish they had seen a bit of elegance and grace, a person with scar portraits in every gesture only to look a bit of good! They definitely don't know the tough period, the person have gone through. Just like my sweet friend 'MG' says, 'Don't judge my path, if you have not walked my journey!'

“It took me a long to understand and learn not to be ashamed of my scars or any flaws. Most of the time now, I don't even think about it. Today, I accept them whole-heartily and know that those scars have only made me stronger. These scars are today an absolute part of me, which have molded me and crafted my life all together.
I am more empathetic towards certain aspects of life now. There are certain things in life which cannot be mend. And if we learn to accept them, the sooner, the better.
I think may be the whole process was only to slow me down a bit so that I could enjoy certain little but sweet changes around me.
I would have never met the people whom I call my best friends today, if that event had not occurred and consequently decisions finalized.
I also learnt that I had nothing to compromise, there was no choice. I had to accept every little uneven changes in life and on the skin. Best part is I still don't believe in compromise. I will never compromise to any situation, rather choose to accept them whole heartily. I will only act tougher and stronger to deal more effectively to look so effortlessly good.

And before I conclude my scar story, the one who gave me scar, I'm kind of scared of them, fear comes easily after accident but I do not hate them. (Read Here if you don't believe me.) Being bitter and bit of anger for a time being was natural but in the process of recovery I learnt to reveal the best of me. My scars actually helped to shaped and molded me into a better being.
I learnt in a hard way, that it wasn't anybody's as such a fault. Bad things just happen sometimes. I feel that I gave a big scar to my mom while coming to this earth and may be my scar was just a justified scar to that.

I'm happy to see that people love me because of who I am and not because of what I wear. I don't self-doubt which would make me more susceptible to petty threats and insults. It's like, you suddenly fell down on the rough ground and scrape your knee, a wound appears on that area. The blood gets coagulate and stops from further more lose of blood. Eventually, a scar like thing is formed to protect that same area from further wounding. Let that protected layer does not shield your true real image and prevent you to turn forever sarcastic and hide you from being content and really happy.
I stumbled but did not crumbled to the insults, harsh comments or hurt. I am not making any deliberate choices to hide my scars, since I have accepted them as a part of learning in life. I am grateful to those few people and close friends who were there at my side to support me during the whole process of recovery. In fact, I decided at a very young age to focus on good life and enjoy the pursuit of complete good health.

“I constantly feel blessed and there are so many good things in my life to see and feel. Interestingly, I discovered that Life have it's own funny way of enriching and enhance your life, sometimes with blessed miraculous happy moments creating a mile stone and often with tough testing times, when we take decisions that changes our life forever, creating a turning point of life.

Unexpected scars, unknowingly searched a path of enlightenment! Since, I was restricted to get down from the bed for a long duration of time, I started spending time in sketching. I realized that unfavorable moment actually created a favorable circumstance for me to discover new satisfying skills. I feel that it was like a bird which could not fly with a clipped wing or one wing but I could fly high with my imaginations, crayons colour box and my sketching abilities.

I'm glad that today people associate me with my smile and not for the scars on the body. And this is a bigger picture to focus on. There shall always be little twists and turns that may happen along the way. Writing is a healing process, where we walk and re-live the whole thing and go through the same pain again for hours while putting up the emotions in words. Since I did that, I know that I am completely healed. To remember those hard times once in a while, it isn't a bad thing.
Everyone has their own battles to fight everyday.
Everyone have a little sad story turning into success some day.
Moreover, because it happened I am able to share one.
Each one of us have scars, few flaws and some imperfections making and moulding them to look totally fine and perfect in life.

On a lighter note, only thing I like and live for is bliss. I neither bark nor bite, thanks to French guy Louise Pasteur who invented vaccine way back in Year 1886.
Between I'm no more a morning person you see. Anyone who knows me well will see me late nights working like an owl. And getting up early in the morning is almost like an event. I think this is one of the major funny thing that has changed in course of life because of one event. I prefer to have a walk at night rather than in morning. And when I have nothing to do, actually I end up doing lots of sketches until my finger hurts badly. Thanks to identifying sketching skills as an asset at the early age. I am neither expert nor a learned professional in drawing/painting but I am truly passionate while sketching. Ultimately, live with passion, live your passion is more important in life, is what I have learnt and so far can comprehend.

Since, this contest by Indiblogger was about Kissan's 100% Real Blogger to share "100% real experiences while growing up", I thought of sharing this miraculous incident of my life which is absolutely very personal. While revealing it in a written form, it almost took me into hibernation mode and stimulated guts and grace together to pour down the emotions into words.
I hope you learnt something from this long post! Thank you for reading it with patience! Thank you Indiblogger and Kissan for creating this contest which brought down something real of me, something more of me in real.

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drawing and sketching in year 2011

Sketch Up Look up

“Sad that I could not sketch this Year 2011, much though I so wanted to ...blame it my busy schedule. Yet the moment I pick up the pencil I knew I was into a new world! New World is not new to me but could be new to you. I was in my own Alice in Wonderland with a humble fine pencil!

“Loved every bit of the husky sound of the lead leading to lines and pattern.
Loved every bit of poetic lines mingling into the waves of expression.
Loved every bit of merging of emotions, desires, passion and magic in all.

“Please...You my dear reader please 'Live your Passion - Live with Passion'

Poem is sketching of expressions of characters!
Sketching is poetic colours of emotions!

© rachi creations..

>>its been long time after black and white charms so much...

This NEW YEAR_ 2012 I shall come up with a HUE-DAY Sketch UP every Tuesday where I shall be putting up my some old sketch or drawing or a new one all together!! Hope you will love to follow it :)

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the long drive of my life

The drawing below is created my thyself as a part of Rachi Creations..

Hopped into new car
Boozing takes my breath away
Sprint steers dire end life!!

The Height of Haiku Challenge, Day 25 - Prompt #83 - Poet Choice - Breath

...if you drink don't  drive mixing both is short-cut to undue lost of life..

“Absolutely a boring statement to make, ‘Do not DRINK and DRIVE’!
When there is a celebration, people drink and celebrate the moment, of course a legal choice of an adult to feel privileged, relaxed, happy and fun loving.
However, endangering your own life and your loved one sharing a seat in the same vehicle is not so much fun.

If you drink DO NOT DRIVE!
Drinking and Driving both are fun, but Do not mix them.

People tend to take silly challenges in ego from friends in a group and agree to have a short racing of cars at the highest speed and the irony is that the moment to show off an attitude, it a short car race becomes the short-cut to undue death.

They say, "Drinking makes you feel like flying in heaven"
Perhaps if you think so, you definitely are near hell!
Just BE Careful!

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Love Lane - Serendipity

This is a series of love.
~ For I don’t hate-love-story!

“Below are the names and power of words spelled by my dear friends in a wish to promote the idea of weaving the story. I’m highly motivated and hope that you will like the post and some of you might just fall in love again!

NOTE:I have referred again and again ‘I’ to the character who is narrating the story kindly do not confuse that with me :D It’s just the medium to express in the cosiest way.
The post have two parts, second one have it's link at the end of this post, so right now enjoy the mushy story...ahh it couldn't be mushier than this one...by me!

Stand by me: Surabhi
Eternal Affections : Akiv
Love: lost and found : Avada Kedavra
Love struck : Agrata
Journey of reinventing love: Madhulika
Careless whispers : Rahul
Secret desires + prose : Pria
Trees and the Flowers bowing to us respecting our Love: Kevin

“It’s too cold, wear this overcoat or wrap around the shawl” He asked.
And as always loved to be careless...moved on and sat near the closed window plain, hugged my legs to my chest and stared outside the scenery.
“World could be so beautiful!” I murmured.
Soon he brought a warm woollen shawl and draped me around enveloping me in his warm arms.
He sat behind me giving me a good back support.
No sooner even I leaned over him.
Sometimes it's wonderful to be careless, actually it’s only because I know he is always there to hold when I fall and care when I’m cold.
“How beautiful it is!” he whispered into my ears adoring the beauty of the nature.
I was slowly turning around yet gazing deeply into his eyes...passing a smile, blinking twice nodded my head in agreement.
“I’m talking about you, honey” he exclaimed in that eternal affectionate tone staring me with those captivating eyes.

Instantly to change the topic, I insist to go outside.
I knew he will never say no to me ever.
I also knew he had considered prior in his mind that I would persist for something peculiar in this out of the ordinary weather. And that was my nature perhaps! And indeed it’s his internal enduring weather who knows me so well!
He soon got up, helped me in wearing my red overcoat. He cared for me as if I was a little child and I always acted like one of them with him.

He picks up the keys of the oak door and lock with a slight bang.
I rushed hastily like a little child to feel the nature keeping my arms wide open running up on the hill. I take long breaths of sweet fragrances of little purple flowers and a nice earthy smell of the maple trees around. Those colorful leaves effortlessly falling and glides with such grace. And wind carried them into my ruffling feet, the layers of maple leaves. Enriching to watch the delighted shades of red, oranges and yellow. I removed my slip-ons and let my feet graceful on wet green grass. My hands stretched out, up and above towards facing the blue-sapphire sky. And his charming presence simply seized the moment.

Suddenly I turn back to see him if he is still following me..
As I see he walking on the edge of the lane trying to skip the little rocks while taking his steps and I was busy in collecting those shinny tiny smooth pebbles from the love-lane.

..i was enjoying the scenery
of his face more than what a natural landscape serves..

I get so surprised to see his sweet smile...since he was enjoying my little acts and motions. No wonder there is more that what I actually see in him. As I look around the nature, the blue mountains, steep light green turns with woods and pure fog swathe around us.

I also see that slightest and sweetest expression on his face. There is indeed so much that I see and a lot more than that I read and absolutely double of what that I feels it.

I swayed in the light breeze with every expression of his face.
Every gesture has this multiple shades of emotions so fine articulated and still well controlled beauty. Somehow, I was enjoying the scenery of his face more than what the natural landscape was granting us to see. He smiled, he stared, he looked so amazed at times and there were soon the times when he looked to bewildered. Blame me, I say!

And when he sings...I simultaneously slowly hummed with him.
I remember the day we met. He passed a sweet smile as I went. I pass by yet could not bypass that smile. It was like a string to me attached and I felt, I was supposed to be scatter yet settled stardust of his eyes.

In blue she sees his love,
In red he sees her fire,
A romantic touch of rainbow,
Filled with thoughts all in passion..
(prose by pria)

Soon he took out his hands stuffed in the pockets. Rubbed both of his palms to create some heat and gently caught my little hand swiftly. We hold each other hands like young love struck in our own paradise in articulated green surrounding. It was so cute to see how he took my hand and interlaced his fingers with mine like the fingers were having some marvel conversation of ages together in a rhyme.

rachi creations..

“Do you like this place?” he asked.
It was a long time ever since we were planning such trip and finally it’s just like my dream, ahhh our dream! Honestly it was like living a dream or revisiting a fantasy.
“Yes!” I replied back with a satisfaction and hugged him tightly at ones.
“Love you!” he replied honestly placing a tiny sincere kiss on my forehead.
Ones again he dumbly stared at me. But I was grinning widely in a way grown up yet a little kid jumping out of the body with a little girl soul.

“It was cold; I was shivering a bit yet sucked in my breath the cool fresh scented air. Chasing butterflies...I wondered if ever anyone's wish have ever come true like mine...I was flying high with those colorful butterflies just as I was floating in my own mushy world of thoughts of 'Us'.

Soon we reached at the top of the hill.
The view was splendid. You, me and enchanting nature around. It was beautiful. A gentle walk around maple trees on moist slopes, slipping delicate dews, sweet scent of little wild flowers mixed with the air, birds chirping and tangling climbers around the inter-twined branches, shadow of the woods, stillness of the place, composing emotions...felt as if the nature was well decorated with natural ornaments of flowers, buds, higher and up there reaching sky tall trees blocking the rays with lustrous thick green leaves yet clouds touching our souls.

I felt like a bond of relationship and dream with the one we in a secrete desire knotted with the earthy roots of the trees bellowing ‘you are made to meet here, my mate!’
And the trees and the flowers were overjoyed bowing to us respecting our Love!

“Many have tried to describe love and millions might still keep doing without hurt, But I know no one will ever come close to crack those codes, I wished if I was lucky enough to hold the correct bunch words to quote love...ahh! its my heart that speaks aloud and now I wonder how will I describe 'You'_my love!

Though waving, swirling, tossing their branches there was a calmness and yet a sweet sudden connection with the aura and aroma of the flowers around. Delighted and well nurtured we thought of coming back in the room after spending almost an hour outside praising the nature.

He removed a tiny cannon digital camera from his jeans pockets and said, “Stand here I will take your picture with is scenery at the back and your sweet smile in front”
“Take picture only if you capture my best friend beside me...” I said with a wink.
He gave a smile, settled the camera on the rock with a timer on and rushed to stand beside me!

Suddenly his presence and mingled breaths made me feel it was a bit warm for January.
And a moment of our lifetime was captured in that picture, as if we painted it together without a doubt, a memory so sure, so clear and so memorable.
Alas! A laughter we had together then cannot be captured in a photograph. What a pity!

I stood stamping my tiny feet on the sidewalk to keep warm.
“I’m freezing” I suddenly announced.
While we reached back in the room, the sky had turned from mellow sapphire blue to spectacular metallic magenta-purple with haze surrounding. I pushed the door to open, inhaling scent of wooden floor and wooden wall room of the resort. A beautiful chandelier in the main room with slight dim bulbs fitted and the Van Gosh above the big old grand-father clock. It all together made everything so complete and closure to dreams, unexpectedly quite warm too. The flame of the wooden log fire looked so comforting. I sat near it to warm my tips of the fingers and feet a bit more.

Sometimes home is anywhere,
Where two hearts meet happily!

For a while I got busy in wandering the sweet scent of deliciousness a vanilla fragrant candle sensory indulgencing just enough to keep alive sweet mood and memories. The scent mixed with the aura reminding me of the ice-cream I had with him long time ago.
Ahh! That was another passionate yet peculiar winter!

“hmmm...Coffee” he proffered a huge mug of coffee with lots of froth in it.
I took a simple sip and smiled as my perfect strong yet creamy coffee sliding down to warm my throat and stirring taste buds. That’s the greatest thing to be with him, he knows every little bit of your profound choices and act upon so precisely, which even surprises me at times. He knew me, right down to how I would take my coffee.

I asked him to sit beside me.
But I don’t know why he acted almost shyly and gazing into my eyes. Sipping coffee yet pouring in more of sweet momentary moment’s story we have spent together. He settled down pouring his heart to me.
“I was thinking about you, about Us! It feels all so right,so perfect, you me this place, I’m so happy.”  I sighed cheerfully as we gaped into a blaze roaring in the old-fashioned red-brick fireplace across the wall.
“Me too,”  he ruffled my hair with his hand.
“So tell me everything...right from the beginning...?” I stifled the giggle.
“Start with the answer...do you love me”  blushed yet ready to slip silently into the beautiful journey of love-lane we had of moments, words and thoughts.

It could be a bit intimidating, but he just takes my moods with a shrug and a smile.
“So....”he heaved a deep breath with a rush of blood.
It was so obvious from me as well as from him. He grinned. It’s going to be a longer night than he thought. All that mattered was this -Us together.

What some people like me might do for love and only love...!


“When I found you...I thought you were one of the most ordinary girls yet this is what mesmerize me about you is the simplicity!” He said thoughtfully.

“But the golden part was too small for us to celebrate. We meet and you went! I kept thinking about you and wondered why we met! 
So many seasons passed but I waited for our season of love to arrive. And finally we lost and found love again by destiny...I knew owing you a girl like that, I didn’t want her let her go now!”
He said sincerely. “I need you to share all my silly stuff, stories and secrets of book called my life!”

I realised while he was still describing me and things around me...a poem was forming in his head and very naturally in a flow he rhymed whispering into my ears.

I could recall all the moments he was referring to.
I knew the pain he must have gone through when we went choosing different paths of the life. I might not be aware of his sentiments for me then yet I was going through the same sad phase and perhaps even he had no clue at that moment.

I felt a sob rise in my throat.
I sighed and leaned back.

“You okay?” he whispered.
I nodded, faked smile and yet moist eyes tell whole real story dude and tiny tear slipping on the cheek. I closed my eyes while gazing at him, as if the moment was not real. Nothing could be more beautiful than this moment sitting cuddle next to him with his arms around, ah! It’s like a sweetest true figment of my imagination.

Today is a beautiful day spending time together, relaxing with a mug of coffee and having endless hours whispering remember-when the first time and evoking then...in between the cuddle poses.

“I cannot love anyone the way I love you...and only you!” I exclaimed, throwing my arms around his neck.

He smiled happily.
He couldn’t believe the miraculous magical moments and that it had taken him so much of little unexpected fortunate series serendipity to realise that he and I were inseparable, destined to meet and be together.

“What are you thinking now?” I murmured in him ear.
“I’m really happy today..” he said tiled my chin up to his...trying to get a bit mushy...
And perhaps nothing could be mushier!
“I’m happy too,” I said pulling him in closer.
Ting! “And I’m hungry.” I quickly added saying, breaking the mood, diverting the flow..
Indeed I was totally madly deeply in love with him yet I cannot be featherbrained about it. Can I..?!

And perhaps he loves me for it.
However, I just blush when he is around...it’s so daringly visible on my face..

........................to be cont. click here:  PART-2

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Seasons Greetings Card

This is just the beginning towards the best and better days to come ahead and celebrate!
Wishing all my loved ones grace - bliss - spark!
Cherish with rachi creations..

The Christmas is down the corner in rush
Rachi Creations.. are token of affection and love
Convey for the treasured and care
Flattering the moment in joyous flare!

Bright faithful frosty flurry
Sugarplums tend to snuggle
Sweet candies, muffins and cuddle cream
Fills me in desires and lucid fulfilled dreams..

Holidays together in cozy home-caves
Hugs and Happiness is all that I share and crave
Warmth in the chilly wave truly saves
So here, THE Christmas card spreads cheerful parade!

Enchanting tiny silver stars; Engaging little golden bells
Sparkling and tingling roll over the Christmas tree
Angels around glowing graciously
Enough to help my grin unwind,
Wishing YOU all a refined radiancy!

~ Celebrate Life.. Celebrate friendship..
~ Keep the Spark ALive..

rachi creations.. wishes you Celebrations of Seasons

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Best Friends - sweet companionship

This really short and sweet story shared below is one which long back I was narrated by my best-friend. I found it very inspiring and was very much touched with the base of emotion collectively cared. Hope you like going through. I shall look forward to see your views shared.

+ The drawing below is made by thyself as an extension of Rachi Creations..

“A beautiful garden echoed with the laughing sound of children. Everything was green. The aura was covered entirely with sweet scented rows of flowers. The air was so incredibly light and cool and fresh and clear. Just a few steps away on the other bench some old age home senior citizens relaxing. Kids having fun during the happy hours of weekend holidays while playing on swings, running and hiding behind trees and bushes.

Best friends, John and Ken sat down on the white marble bench and breathed in the fresh wonderful air. They looked one another sitting silent and yet with a smile on their face, cared a sweet companionship. Over the years they have developed a warm friendship. Soon they as always started sharing new stories and ideas. Talks touched from butterfly to aeroplanes, they exchanged words on all aspects of fields and life phase.

As they were chatting, John got up and walks seamless around the bench just following the delights of nature and gazing the colourful butterfly that settles on the shoulder of his friend Ken who’s sitting almost on the edge of the garden.

Softly with a gentle breeze, the butterfly fluttering its wings flies away.
John observe that Ken gaze upon the butterfly until it really disappears. His eyes were a soft brown and yet with a depth and sparkle of innocence.

‘You really like butterfly!’ amused John said to Ken.
‘Butterflies are beautiful, colourful, full of life and free to fly anywhere.’ Ken replied!

‘What is your one foremost desire?’ John asked Ken.
‘I want to be like a butterfly...I have a desire to be liberated to soar high like a butterfly’ Ken said.

‘Do you have any other such longing aspiration?’ Ken asked John.
Staring at the kids playing in the garden John replied, ‘I wish to play long hours, running here and there but with my best friend...’
A light smile crossed his face, and Ken knew John was referring to him!

A mild orange colour of the sky had turned into violet sparkle; birds were flying back their nests and so as most of the kids’ rushing back home. Ken’s grandfather was warmly wrinkled, but soft came to take Ken back to home. Ken and John left for respective home with a see you around smile.

As John reached home he kept thinking of the aspirations he and his friend Ken had.
He was quietly amused with the wish Ken had... ‘A longing wish to fly high’.
~ Almost whole night with a tired sigh, John kept wondering how to accomplish these wishes that would multiply the bliss in recreating the resonate liveliness.

Next day usual time he again went to the park to see his friend. He looked bright and had a flash of idea.
Ken came to the park on time waiting for John to arrive. As John saw Ken he swiftly reached towards him.
Almost immediately John sat down on his knees and asked his friend Ken to hop over John’s back. Ken got baffled and almost clueless about the John’s intentions.

He curiously asked John, ‘Why do you want me to hop over your back?’
‘Just hop over...don’t think anything else! ’ excited John replied.

Ken again asked, ‘But why...what’s on your mind’
‘Remember yesterday I told you my one desire I wanna fulfil, here is the way to my dream...trust me just get on my back and help me my dear friend’ John whispered softly with a curve on his lips.

“As Ken and John exchanged glances, and they all over again braced their bonding.
John stretched his hand to help Ken to get over lean comfy back from the wheel chair. Perhaps Ken, a little kid could not walk and the wheel chair actually helped the purpose.

(c)  rachi creations..

After few adjustments, Ken got over John’s back. Curious and clueless Ken took his hands around John’s neck for support. As soon as John got him over his back...he started walking speedily. Almost sooner, more rapidly John started to run. He ran as fast as he could on the green carpeted grass.
Ken panicked and asked John to slow down.
But enthusiastic John wanted to fulfil his desire to play and run together with his ‘best-friend’.
Soon both of them felt the cool breeze over their faces and slowly Ken’s fear vanished. Ken hugged tighter and warmer from the back to John. They sure enjoyed the moments but the best was yet to happen.

“John’s long time desire to run around and play with his ‘best-friend’ was getting fulfilled.
Further John said ‘My dream is getting fulfilled and now it’s your turn...open you wings and fly like a butterfly!’

For the moment Ken got completely amazed and quickly he opened his arms and started flapping like a butterfly. Few butterflies encircled them while John was still running holding Ken on his back. Ken was more than happy to see he could fly. The look on his face as like compete amazement. John could hear the happy tone of Ken’s laugh and cheer in claps.


+ He felt immensely delightful pleasing his friend’s longing desire.

...Best-Friends bond shared regardless to differentiation and limitations..

There was a ripple of emotions and an irony of joy that complimented through the beautiful wonderful little life with an unconditional love of the best-friend. Mellow nature poured and they felt a healing touch warming hearts.
~ Every detail of the moment was so perfect. No further explanation or reason seemed necessary to prove that they were truly best-friends regardless to their limitation.

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Soul Punch

~ This is really silly an utter out-pour turned into rhyme..so thought to share with you all..
Read, Laugh..Cherish! See how I changed my anguish into creativity! That’s really Me :)

Recently I got to know few secrets of my life incidents...
Couldn’t believe them...yet they are true...
Kinda relieved but still bothers a bit...

I never wanted to know...
..it just came into the path, as a silly ugly show...
Though I have jumped over it...but see could not ignore or escape the agony share...
And yes till I write it…it shall last here!

Hibernation period is over...
Yes..even I get sad :-(
But I'm happy :-) with no much effort...I know the truth...all over again!
Though my prospective is still not changed....
I still look for Life..whatever it enrolls in..!

How do you feel when after such a long time..
You get to know true weird sneaky covert...
Someone else did that and you paid the price then
True...it hardly matter now..
But I wonder, why do I come to know it this time..and exactly now!

I smile at my utter dumb trait..
Come on don’t you feel pity for me...
I still like to excel!

Just thought to pour in more emotions so targeted Blogger
Want to KISS Blog right now for being the best journal...

Bwt. I know those will come back as my urge says..
It happens every time to me..
Don’t know does it happen to you..! By the way!

But for me it is the NEXT big clue..
Of Quest to my Unquestioned ANSWERS,
Nevertheless but the truth!
I knew then the half yet the truth..
And now I know the whole round reality groove..

Of course, I think NOW that I know how things will go...
But I wont get SLOW to this lingering thoughts pace and time-flow..

Ages and eras gone when I wrapped my face into my hand..
Today I shall wear those boxing gloves and sure take a strong stand

I will face it..ALL!
For I have throughout and always unconditionally..
...Given it all on a single call
So this very day as my nature appeals, I shall GIVE it again..
~ But this time a GOOD punch to only enrich my soul :)

Note:

• Below is the free-hand sketch…an extension to rachi creations..
• ~ What’s on my head…it is on the page – Soul punch!

~ Soul punch @ Rachi Creations..

~ Keep the Spark Alive..

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Rainbow – seven shades reflects in ME

Chatter Box tagged me to share 7 random facts about me. Below are the seven random facts about me illustrated as the seven shade of the RAINBOW as each point is a unique and reflects my tiny true leaf of the life!

• 1. I suffer from a split personality.

Weird but it is true!
One side I’m a strong woman! Aggressive and every answer with detail, apt knowledge and facts added.
~ And other hand I behave little child, very childish, kiddies, foolish and apparently an utmost dumb.

Like a true Virgo by nature...I have to have the last word in everything and with all the correction! This trait comes to me with my galaxy of stars.
~ Perhaps, on the other hand…you might even notice me to have a last loud laugh, after 10minutes the joke been cracked. Yeah even this comes to me very naturally! Ah! Nobody to blame for this!

Growing old is mandatory but growing up is the choice you make…I wonder why!
Let shuffle the statement above.
Let it make it like this:
~ Growing up is mandatory but growing old is the choice you make!
Now it sounds better :)

RAINBOW in ME ~ Rachi Creations..
CLICK here to ENLARGE

My childish behavior of nature helps me to feel happy…creative and think like a child to dig in the most of extraordinary heights of imagination. So I will never mind to be stuck to this hour of the clock of Life’s innocence.

On the other hand...as my age too suggest…I’m here evolving to a grown up woman. Discovering the heights of circumstances, analyzing billions of emotions in a shot, depths of patterned relationships and waves of silly-billy feelings!

It is here when I get tough…seriously involved into nature!

Perhaps it is the Nature…where I find myself rolling on the green grass ground, enjoying swings, cycling to feel the breeze onto my face and flying kites of desires and dreams!

Don’t you wonder...this split of nature is important…not just sometimes but every time!
~ This split helps to keep up the spark and uphold the smile.

On one hand where I was very much bold and unruffled to anything I did or say…on the other hand I was childish and unpredictable in nature!

My friends always excused me every time…saying that I’m bold as I’m strong minded and I’m childish as I’m creative.
These are not the scattered thoughts…but this is the post where I have be more content then ever…just being and feeling the more of me!

Some might just argue with me…that why do so much of Ga-Ga on i-me-myself!?
Then I do have an answer to this too.
“If I don’t understand myself the best and at the first position…how can I attempt to understand others and the world around.”
~ Hence Ga-Ga is important after all any music is never bad...Listen and Humm around!

• 2. Give and GAIN

I love to give things…or rather I must say I like gifting people and not expecting from them to give me back. Giving hand made greetings or just tiny gifts wrapped with immense love! Gifting comes genuinely to me! ~ As I have been taught at home the more you give the double you get (does this sound like greedy!)…if not today then will get tomorrow is all set. And yes...this philosophy has turned my litmus paper into green. I adore and endorse gifting. Perhaps, Rachi Creations exist and excel!

Not what we give,
But what we share,
For the gift
without the giver
Is bare.
~ James Russell Lowell

• 3. JOURNALS and Journey

Having traveled a lot…I was always taught to write letters to relatives and friends. Today, I tend to scribble nibble on twitter, send mails, blogging and adding comments! And I paramount into each and every letter or tiny word I type. I just mean it! Trust me!

• 4. vibrant Curve on lips

I am proud of all of you who have been brave and bold enough to endeavor out in the 360degree round real world and reflect their true femininity at the fullest.
I still remember my first lipstick bought many years ago for some college function and the shade was suggested my one of my very dear friend. It was PINK PRANK 131 from elle18. Perhaps the name provoked me to buy it and suited me the best.
~ Today, my favorite is shades are Glamshine Sweet Nude and Glamshine Grape Juice from Loreal! These are the easy shade of lipstick in my lives. Though a shift of expensive stuff anyway out of curiosity, they are healthy and safe to skin!
BTW: Never forget any makeup is not bad for skin…bad is when we don’t remove or leave unclean skin while we sleep. Let your skin too breathe a while.

• 5. Sweet tooth Seductions

I like eating Bourbon Biscuits, that to opening the two side and than enjoy licking the chocolate inside. I still do it and love it as forever.
~ LINK : bourbon biscuits - homemade heaven

• 6. Sun shine give Vitamin D, good for Strong Bones

I’ve never broken a bone in my body. Hmm…now you know how strong I’m despite being Slim ;) One of the best ways to keep bones strong is by exercise. Nope! I don’t go gym…I dance…a lot and than drink water a lot :)

• 7. It gives me tickles in Tune

Everyone since the childhood have certain inspiration and an appealing aspiration to be in a certain way when we are grow up...or in fact when we are old enough to be grown up!

Long back when I was in my school in late 90s and heard one pop album song! I must have been by then in sixth or seventh grade. When I saw that song, I initially loved the song...the dance and the music up beats. Latter when I heard over and over again the same song…I realized there was something more than just the music that attracted me to that song.

I could see in that album myself in every nooks and corner of the shot.
~ Each musical beat was like my own heartbeat.
Possibly each word of the lyrics narrated me and my own life!

~ Conversely then the life I was visualizing was about the future…how I wanna be when I grow up…and yes…this album song portrayed my future reflection the best in my childhood! Only thing that is not me in that video is the White as I Celebrate Colors uniquely!

Interestingly, when today I look myself…I’m more of that song…perhaps must of the striking extension!
~ Yeah when you see this video, you will know…that’s ME!
Me the little Umi!

-Let the video loads fully!

Note:

• ||► I wish to tag few of my readers and friends: Ayu, Bill, Leo, Mitul, Mahesh, Madhulika, Pria,Rhonda, Shruttz, Suni,Tharangni, Lena....Perhaps anyone and everyone who is interested in sharing their points to ponder in the list of SEVEN about themselves!
• Thanks so much Chatterbox for this enchanting experience, without your tag it would not have been possible.
• Above drawing is created by thyself and is an extension of Rachi Creation..crayons hues! Hope you liked it :)

• Last 24th March, my blog became 3years old and so on my upcoming next post I shall cover up ~ my favourite best post list in three years, so be updated :)
• Thankyou so much for your constant love and affection! Love you all!

• ► READ MORE about me on my other posts of TAG ME!

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Survivor Unveils - 55Fiction #07

Note: 55 Fictions is precise form of micro-fiction that refers to the works of fiction limited to a maximum of fifty-five words.

It’s an attempt to focus light on a survival story of a young girl and her hardships that turn into her power which made her much stronger finally!

~ survivor unveils ~

Stabbed at chest,
Nail marks on neck,
Eyes cold, red blue crumple,
Fear swallows, Tears elopes,
She locked herself into the room,
And called the rescue center immediately!
This is how she saved herself from the violent wild Wolf,
Crunch, the wolf was her legally companion,
A black-belt earned girl unveils in an inspiring interview!

Domestic Violence (c) Rachi Creations..
To Enlarge CLICK here

~ Sadly the domestic violence is a reality and still prevails in India and all over the world. Domestic violence is far more than the just bruises and wounds on body; it is an irreversible scar on the mind and soul.

DOMESTIC VIOLENCE definition:

• "Acts of physical violence by the husband against his wife include: pushing, shaking, throwing something at her, slapping, arm twisting, hair pulling, punching, kicking, dragging, beating, trying to choke or burn her on purpose, and threatening her or attacking her with a weapon. Acts of sexual violence by the husband include physically forcing the wife against her will to have sex or perform other sexual acts that she did not want to perform..."

• "Acts of emotional violence by the husband against the wife include: saying or doing something to humiliate her in front of others, threatening to hurt or harm her or someone close to her, or insulting her or making her feel bad about herself."

The cycle of domestic violence is repeated across generations. Women whose mothers were beaten by their fathers are twice as likely to experience violence as women whose mothers were not beaten by their fathers: 60 percent, compared with 30 percent. (Ref. Report *)
~ Perhaps, how to deal in such adverse condition is something that is learnt from the family life-style.

Most Women Do Not Seek Help When They Are Abused.

Only one in four abused women have ever sought help to try to end the violence they have experienced.
~ Two out of three women have not only ever sought help, but have also never told anyone about the violence. (ref.Report* )

Spousal violence is lower among couples in which husbands and wives have both been to school and are equally educated (23 percent) than among couples where the husband has more education than the wife (36 percent).
~ Perhaps EDUCATION is the answer to most of the problems. To respect the humankind in the right manner must be taught in the school  and family. Any kind of violence must not be acceptable or promoted in any condition or crises.

Only one percent of married women have ever initiated violence against their husband.
~ Point to be noted!

IRONY:
Majority of Women and Men Say That a Husband Is Justified in Beating His Wife
~ More than half of women (54 percent) and men (51 percent) agree that it is justifiable for a husband to beat his wife under some circumstances. (ref. Report*)

No! not in any case man or woman, need to tolerate the violence or any kind of abuse.
Maltreatment is against human-kind! SO let’s raise voice against it.
Support the one who need help before jumping on the conclusions.

How long we will keep mum and blame the society! Just like Charity starts at home…this revolution to say NO against any cruelty or harassment must get propagated from the own family. No more blaming games or any silly excuse.

...abolishing domestic violence is an
evolution
to a revolution of TheChange..

Let you or any of your known family people not be a victim. Let’s educate and learn from the past decades generation’s mistakes which were committed under the veil of culture and tradition.

Lets woo and take a promise, “I, yes! I will take a stand”, no matter what!

~Stop treating the woman as the flower vase…when you like the vase you keep decorate it with flowers and keep at the corner and when you get bore you don’t care and throw to break it.



Note:

• The above drawing is an extension to RACHI CREATIONS.. created by thyself with basic crayons colors.
• (ref. Report *) ~Kindly check the link to see more statistics on Domestic Violence.
• I support the Campaign "BELL BAJAO - Bring Domestic Violence to a HALT"

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Hello Honey - 55fiction #06

Note: 55 Fictions is precise form of micro-fiction that refers to the works of fiction limited to a maximum of fifty-five words.

HELLO honey! ~ 55fiction

Since evening;
HE has made call at least seven times,
.
Desperately yet another time
he tries luck and
calls in an hour again.
.
I took the handset in my hand and..
..replied firmly,
"SHE has not yet returned home.."
.
He could not identify my voice again;
perhaps thought that he was speaking to my MOM !!

Note:

• Have you ever tried fooling others on phone..!?
• You might like to read more my 55fictions - HERE.
• The above drawing is made by ME as a part and extention of  my art in...  Rachi Creations..1 ~ "Rachi Creations..2"

1st The Colors Magazine’s blog post contest “Show your best” have choose Oh what an F-word post of this blog as the Winner for the month January as for being a little bit more creative, a little bit more original, a little bit more attractive. Click the links and enjoy!

• Check out The Colors Magazine for their new "Show Your Best Contest". The post I announce for the contest is the First post of my the faboulous month February, "Everyone needs a personal Cheerleader". Cheer to the Spirit of Lena :)

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Powered Painter - Magic online

rachi creations @ Prince in Pond.

Hi friends,

Even you can create this Online. I have found, free to download drawing-widget for all those ART lover. Paint your own world and create a beautiful painting.

Save your creations with its links and play with colours. This widget is completely users friendly. Offtype. Net Painter is a fast, fun, free and easy way to create and share. So be an ONLINE PAINTER. Add your own effects & curves to the e-cards and forward to your friend on their birthday or other special occasion.

The drawing board of the widget is truely simple—you’re given a color palette and a drawing tool whose thickness can be adjusted using a sliding scale. There are options for redos, undos, and background colors. Images may be printed and downloadable.

You can also save them online with the site’s own servers. Browse the gallery to find inspiration or to compare your work with that of others. You can add comments and ratings too. There’s also a widget so you add the drawing tool to your blog or website. There’s downloadable version for your desktop as well.

Get going to create sketches and images share it in your blog, journal, newsletter, message board, email, chat, gallery etc.

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Hope you liked the painting , "Prince in Pond", created by me with this particular software(offnet.net)..

Enjoy Painting..!

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