One Frame Story

Recently a friend introduced me to this new institution of one frame stories www.oneframestories.com. It was a rather interesting idea to concoct a story within 99 words based on the picture frame that changes every Friday. If your story makes the cut (it generally does if you follow the basic guidelines), it gets published on their website and if you manage to excel at it you are featured as the top 4 for the week.

As somebody who loves to experiment I had to explore this form of concise writing. Thus I jumped at it as soon as possible and wrote my very first OFS (One frame story) on frame no. 39. It was a very different experience and made me go through a whole lot of thinking at different levels.

Luckily I even had my 1st story featured on top 4, probably there were very few entries this week or I've simply been lucky, but however I would really like to share my first OFS that I'm truly excited about.

Sarosh like everyday gets her baba's lunch, but it's his favourite menu after a long time. Inspite of the scorching sun and back breaking field work, the menu is a true delight to Parsuram. Surprisingly Sarosh's aai (mother) is accompanying her today, outnumbering all her hardships, she has this gleam of happiness on her face. Gayatri murmurs "We are celebrating today!"Although Sarosh's reticence, anxiety and awkwardness has been evident through out, these rather contradicting expressions are pushing Parsuram into a world of anticipation. Just then half grinning Gayatri confides "Sarosh cannot serve you the pickle today".

#touchthepickle  

Hope you like it for I had fun writing this piece and would advise you all to try it out for once. If writing is not your forte, go through the variety of stories that enthusiasts have to offer. You will be amazed to find a plethora of angles one frame can be seen from.

Happy reading!

                                                        Story based on OFS Frame 39    

To be or not to be

This is a very common phrase but seldom we make an effort to think over it. Why in today's world trying to fit in has become easier than being oneself? How many times your first response is not the one that you eventually display in public and probably you say or do something entirely contradicting, just to fit in or confirm the social norms?
Can you imagine what will happen if you start saying the words exactly how they run in your mind, I would have probably been at more peace, giving everybody a piece of my mind, could have said exactly how I felt, but yes the consequences would have been my responsibility. So yes the question is what's the price to be yourself?
When I'm made to stand out why do I have to try so hard to fit in!
Is it so important to say the right thing all the time, I guess thats why blogs are made, so that we can literally speak our mind out without the affinity to be socially appropriate or accepted, and just the feeling that somebody is reading, feels like I'm being heard and probably not judged!
The need for being accepted or rather not being rejected sometimes really stop you from being yourself. How I wish I can jst say what I feel, give my heart a little relief from all that burden, but the question still stands at square one should I or should'nt? To be or not to be?
 

You made me beautiful!

This is my first personal blog, probably because I've ran out of ears to hear my continuous blabbering and surprisingly I do have secrets now!

I've never been big on make up, a simple kajal, may be an eye liner and a dash of lip-colour and I'm good  to go!  But yes this make up routine has been a mandate for almost 11 years of my life now and somehow I managed to make myself think I look sick and sleepy without my eyes done, and just couldn't step out my house without it. Not that I look gorgeous with my make up on, but yes I do make an average Indian picture.
But just  the other day when I was told to skip that line of Kajal and step out the way I was, and to mention we were going to a pretty decent place, I really took a moment to think. He made me look into the mirror and have me believe I look beautiful the way I am. Made me notice the spark of happiness in my eyes (that is always there when I'm around him), which makes me beautiful! He rather made me notice few unusual things like the lines on my face, my imperfect dimple, the half grin that actually added colour and character to my face. The way he looked at me when I pretended to be asleep or lost deep in my thoughts,made me feel so beautiful inside and out.
He is a sweet talker so not that I believe all he says, but I do know how to read the truth when his eyes speak and he turns his face when caught. Today I look at myself in the mirror, with or without make up&I feel gorgeous, more confident, in love with myself and that smirk automatically fills my face with the glow of content and self assurance!
Today was the first day when I consciously dropped my kajal and stepped out of my house to run few errands and I've to agree I love the feeling of being natural. Make up is a part and parcel of all our lives but just few days without it,is totally worth and reassuring. I will totally advise all you pretty ladies out there to take it as a challenge and step out of the house in your natural best.
Thank you for letting me see through your eyes, thank you for making me feel beautiful!