Norwegian wood“, said the man with a grizzled beard and thick eye-glasses as he ran his hand across the polished surface of the dining table lovingly. “It’s a bit worn and some of the woodwork seems to have lost its original luster, but it’s been in my family for ages. I hate to part with it…but such are the times. Between you and me young lady, I’ve always felt there was a bit of magic in this wood…”

She didn’t really believe in things magical and mystical but she was drawn to the sincerity in the mans voice and without really thinking about it, it found its way into her home.

That was over five decades ago. Over time, that table had grown into a favourite destination in her home. It was where family and friends sat down to enjoy hearty meals together. It was where silent tears had fallen and hours had been spent laughing. It was where counsel was given, comfort received and prayers whispered.

Perhaps that old man had been right. Perhaps the table was magic. For it was around that table that she had been made privy to the secret of a happy life – Eat, Pray, Love.


The books:
-Norwegian Wood by Haruki Murakami
-Eat, Pray, Love by Elizabeth Gilbert.

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda and it got featured this week!



At first sight

She backed herself into a corner and looked at the people approaching with wide, terrified eyes. At first sight they looked just like those who had hurt her before. She’d slowly lost faith in humanity.

But then he held her close and warm in his arms.

“Daddy can I keep her?”

She wagged her tail.


This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda and it got featured this week! 


UBC12: Farewell Old Friend

My Dearest,

It’s been a while since we talked hasn’t it? About eight years maybe? Yes, I think it’s been about that long. How have you been? Has life been good to you? Since I could always tell you the truth, I’ve got to tell you I’ve seen better days than these….but, let’s not get into that now.

Friend, do you know that I never left? I’ve been right here all this while patiently waiting for you. But, I’ve waited in vain. You never came. Not once. Did you find someone better? Someone who made you happy? If you did, I hope it was worth casting me aside, not even popping in for an occasional visit when once we were inseparable. To say I was not angry would be a lie but slowly, the anger died and was replaced with disappointment and cruel acceptance. I realize that’s how life works. Friends fall apart. People move away and it was naive for me to think we would be together forever. Wasn’t it?

Dearest, didn’t we have a good run, while it lasted? The pictures we viewed together, the testimonials we wrote and the ones that people wrote for us and left us all warm inside? I have missed you as I want to believe you have missed me too. I wish we had more time. Perhaps I could have changed and you would have come back to me.

But, it’s too late now. Time has just about run out.

So, goodbye old friend. Perhaps we will meet again…in another time, another life.

Yours as ever,








Image courtesy: Google Images

Written for Blogadda’s WOW – “What if Orkut was a person?” as well as for the Ultimate Blog Challenge


For rain…

He’d gazed at their yellowing fields and wished they would turn green but, the sky was still blue the day before. He was giving up hope and cursed God till he was red in the face…

That morning, he awoke to thunder. Grey clouds had filled the sky.

Perhaps there was a God after all.


This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda and it was featured again this week 😀