TweetFables Edition 4.0 #V-Day

Every Saturday, we (Paresh & Ila) host #tweetfables and gather on Twitter for spontaneous story weaving along with twitter fellows interested to weave stories. The opening lines are given by the hosts.

The February month is the month of love and V-Day is approaching near.

Here is the #tweetfables 4.0 edition woven by Paresh, Ila, and Ammy.

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“Why people create so much hype around Valentine’s day? Don’t they love their partner or girlfriend every day?” Rahul asked Anjali on 14th Feb.

There was utter silence in the hall hearing Rahul where people had gathered with their loved one to celebrate the V-Day in a novel way…as their heart desired.

Hosts created a perfect ambiance for couples. They slowly opened the roof of the hall. Now the couples were in each other’s arms under the open sky. The recliners and comforters added to the occasion and almost made most romantic than ever.

Love was in the air, with age having no effect. Everywhere only two souls in love were visible.

Suddenly, the atmosphere became peppy and bustling;

“What is wrong, Anjali?” Asked Rahul.

“Nothing wrong, but your words made me ponder, is only a day in a year sufficient to shower love. Love is the quotient that requires to be showered every moment to bring happiness and cheers in life. Youngsters brim with love but with age, does it fade?” Anjali said

“Hey, my lady love, relax and enjoy the Valentine day. Don’t brood, I proposed the question to the people in hall to take mazaa of the responses, it was not for you. Come on, bug up and what special u have stored for your love.”

A cute smile lit her face, “Wait Rahul, wait…don’t be impatient, see the people around, getting crazy by each passing moment.” Anjali said.

“Here is my surprise for you dear, open up and see for yourself: Rahul handed over the packet and a long stemmed red rose…

“Go to restroom & change, I want to see you in the apparel I have bought ” Rahul winked. Anjali blushed to crimson. A beautiful high necked one piece maxi of magenta hue perfectly fitted in her body contours and she herself could not recognize her.

‏”Aww…what a beauty, my love, it’s my choice…you & my dress, New pinch,” and he pinched her.

“Thank you Rahul, Gifts are for the special occasion. Promise me that you will shower love throughout life 24*7, loving words n loving deeds will matter much in life.”

“Promise” Rahul said and held her tight against him.

The people in the hall applauded and wished Happy Valentine day to each other.

One old man trudged and stood beside Rahul and said, “Hey young man, you don’t need a day to celebrate but as years drift, responsibilities crop in of family, job and society and we forget to wish each other. Love exists but we don’t get time to decipher and this special occasion reminds me that we require to decipher the language of love. People book restaurants, picnic spots or anything that they love to dwell and take out time from busy schedule to celebrate.” The old man said. . .

“Fine Sir, but I will keep an hour a day for my love.” Rahul said & gave a soft peck on Anjali cheek sealing promise of love forever.

I Promise to Stick to Resolution 2019!

“Mumma, did you stick to your resolutions this year?” My son asked.

“Hahaha, Resolutions and your Mom are two banks of river and they never happen to meet, Beta.” This was my hubby.

“Aisa kya Mumma, why do you write so religiously? You ask us to be true to our thoughts and words. Is the thumb rule applies to us only? You are excluded.” M enquired.

I felt like I was short of words. I didn’t feel awkward what my hubby said but the words of my son who was giving his boards embarrassed me. I started searching for excuses sounding real.

“Hey, don’t make me a laughing stock, Varma? I have so many duties and household work to take care of along with my professional responsibilities, where do I get time for myself, Dear.” I winked at my hubby to stop him from spilling out the beans.

We had spent two decades together and he knew well of my aspirations and failures, my ambitions and craziness and I do admit that I was really lethargic to fulfil my few resolutions.

Let me brief you about my Resolutions, which was scribbled in my diary every year and I did try to put in my effort in the beginning of the year but by the end, the words looked at me with a grand smile teasing me, “Babe, you failed this year, too, but don’t give up. You have another year to fulfil.”

My Resolutions inscribed artistically in my diary said:

1.      Physical Exercise – Everyday

2.      No Sugar & Less Sugary Items

3.      No Scolding to Kids

4.      Control Cribbing to Hubby

5.      Adding Greens in Meals

6.      Eating Fruits giving up tempting snacks

 “Mumma, we are going to check your resolution assignments. We will assign a definite score.” Both my son sung in unison.

“Hmmm, don’t try to be my Dad. I don’t get time to fulfil my resolutions after taking care of job, house and you three indefinite characters.” I said giving valid excuse.

“Ok, no problem. We will take care.” All three Men of my life said.

My 2018 Score card:

  • Physical Exercise – Everyday – One hour spent on mobile talking could have been used.
  • No Sugar & Less Sugary Items – Bought in our name and consumed by you. Be impartial next year.
  • No Scolding to Kids – Doubtful?
  • Control Cribbing to Hubby – Erase from list
  • Adding Greens in Meals –Greens are bought and maids are fed, take green helpings & let skinny ones enjoy meat.
  • Eating Fruits giving up tempting snacks – Be kind to US and Exchange plate with us.

“Mumma, this year, we are writing resolutions for you in your diary and as you monitor our assignments, we will do yours. It’s for your benefit, you will lose extra flab and be energetic.” I submitted to their request and hoping Resolutions of 2019 don’t see the fate of Gone With the Wind. Time to save my Skin.

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#NYR2019#Newyear_bloghop

#TweetFables – Story 05-01-2018

Today, 05-01-2018, we, Ila Varma and Paresh Godhwani started a spontaneous storytelling series with the blogger fraternity with the hashtag #tweetfables.

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The story is the spontaneous amalgamation of thoughts of different people in sync with the opening lines. The marvelous storytellers weaved two different stories with the following open lines.


One by one, the lights went out and echoing footsteps died away in the distance…

Tweetfable – I

One by one, the lights went out and echoing footsteps died away in the distance. I was scared but preferred to go in the direction of echo. There was no other way out in that haunted house. I was hoping that these footsteps will give me inmate in that house.

Chills ran down my spine, sweat down my face and my hands trembled. An unknown force was asking me to walk towards the ending footsteps. Some kind of force was driving me.

I kept on moving as if it wasn’t me at all. Never minding the everlasting darkness, screaming foxes, wind gushing and the snow falling. The darkness attracted me as it was the other part of me that was unveiled till now.

My mind knew to stop…But a voice in me kept telling me to move forward. It kept assuring and luring me ahead.

The shadow was eerie, cold and unfamiliar. It was something I have never seen before. It seemed like a person but not from the mortal world…I just stood holding my breath.

With utter fear on my mind I gathered courage to turn my head wearing my heart over my sleeves. Soon I turned and the shadow disappeared.

I was perplexed. How a nightmare could turn into a dream, or was this a beautiful reality? Had I dreamt up what I thought I had experienced? Was I dreaming now?

I turned and it meowed. Chill ran down again and what I saw in front of me? I got a lump in my throat. My wee little kitten was wagging its tail behind her. It gave a nice meow sound as if teasing me saying “I am successful in scaring the shit out of you!”

I picked up, ran and ran. I could no more hear any footsteps. No more wind gushing and snow falling.  It was a no moon day and I could hardly see anything.

I kept moving thinking whether it is a dream or a nightmare. As I went ahead, I saw a light. “Finally a ray of hope” I rushed towards it without thinking much.

A little trembling I stood up and realized that it was all the nightmare ……Happily, I enjoyed the festivities with my family, vouching not to watch a horror movie at night. That night I slept but the echo of the footsteps never left…

TweetFables II

One by one, the lights went out and echoing footsteps died away in the distance….

The echo of the footsteps died down and it was dense dark. I could not see anything further. But this did not deter me from moving towards unknown destination…I felt as if someone was calling me from a distance.

I could not understand how a fearful creature like me had suddenly developed so much of confidence. With full conviction, I was moving forward like a lone wanderer in a desert.

I stumbled but someone held me which helped me to stand straight…Sigh…

“Who is there?” “Who is there?” No reply came forth. A screeching shrill disturbed the eerie silence of the night and a faint bulb glowed at the other end.

I lost all the courage and started running without thinking about in which direction I am heading. When I stopped, I saw a shadow on the wall in front of me.

For a moment I thought, is it a real shadow or just a mental imagination? I wasn’t sure if I was in the real state of mind. Fear had a strong grip.

Was it shadow or was I hallucinating? I shrieked with fear n fainted then n there. When I opened my eyes, I was in my living room surrounded by my friend’s n family. One by one the lights turned on…and I was amazed to see the decoration of lights n flowers done.

A loud clap thundered the living room and others joined in and my Father played my favourite song on the piano congratulating me for my promotion which wasn’t disclosed by me.

“Is this the way to congratulate me” I asked them.

“I was utterly scared you all are taking as fun, not fair.”

I was scared, surprised, and happy all at the same time. While giving my father a hug I was wondering who told him about my promotion. Then I saw my friend Rishika behind him. Then I understood that Rishika planned that whole thing.

Rishika was watching me with squinted eyes.

“Hey, you…how can you be so stubborn….wait for your turn” I whispered.

“Just as you acted, you kept such information as confidential from me & Uncle. Your boss told me & we planned.

You say, “I am brave” We tested.

“You failed” Rishika teased me.

My reaction was mixed. I hugged my father and his blessings comforted me & tears of happiness welled up.

“Beta, we are there with you, celebrating with family means a lot. We did it to amuse you & drift you from the pressure of work, Look at the flowers, they smile Even if they know that they will perish tomorrow.” A wide smile sailed on her face and she forgot all the mess.

Meet the genius writers who shaped such interesting stories.

Stay Tuned to #Tweetfables on Saturday 5 pm and join to weave new stories.

My Elder Bro – My Guide, Friend, Mentor & Lifeline! #SiblingRivalry

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The relation of the sibling is a unique one in this world. It starts with confusion when the elder one is suddenly taken aback when he/she sees another kid joining their league, which eventually leads to a lot of fighting and crying while they are growing up and finally ends with immense love and respect for each other. They become each other’s backbone. From keeping secrets to guiding each other for the best, this is my, Mayank Manohar ode to the relation that I share with my elder brother Mrinal Madhukar.

The best memory that I have, which still wanders in the theatre of my mind, is when I was in 4th grade and my brother was in 6th, and we decided to save our pocket money to gift our parents something on their respective birthdays. It was really sweet of him to come up with the idea at such a young age and his will to make me understand. That’s how he is, someone who is always so caring about the people he loves that he will always do something special for them.
My brother has always been sensitive since he was a kid. I remember how when our cousins used to come over and leave, I was the least affected by anyone’s departure. But my brother would start crying from the moment he learned that people are leaving and the vacation was over. A few of my cousins prayed that my brother is asleep when they have to leave but seldom had it happened. For me, it was more disturbing that the vacation was over and it was time to go back to school. For him, people mattered, more than that the relationships mattered.
While growing up though I had my own tantrums, I still remember how we used to play WWE on our bed and always kept on trying to imitate the moves of those wrestlers. He would grab me, lift me and toss me on the bed and it always used to end with our laughter and warning from our mother that the bed will give up soon if we continued practicing the moves…and a day arrived, when planks of the bed were replaced. Mom premonition came out true.
The age when we were crazy about the magnets and would go to any extent to get one…it was easily accessible to get after operating the toy collection, we had. Once, we even ruined one of the soft toys that our mother loved, it was a monkey who used to blabber whenever it was slapped. We operated on him and got that big fat magnet out. We got good slaps multiple times for doing magnet business but trust me, it was worth it.
We have laughed together, cried together and have done a lot of mischiefs together but today both of us are on their respective paths to make something out of the life we have, the best part that exists is we have always got each other’s back. He would lie to our mother when she found something fishy in my bag ahead of my school exams. The way, he made our parents understand how I felt about engineering and how I wanted to do something else in my life.
He has always ensured that I get the best of everything while he would settle for normal things. For instance, I have stayed in many cities for my studies while he couldn’t. He always pushed me really hard for achieving everything that I aspire for. And the reason that I shared my emotions with him about how I felt about engineering was because being my big brother, he used to take my interviews and literally guide me how corporate interviews are supposed to be and how I was supposed to basically put a lot of butter on everything that I say with a lot of emphasis on a few keywords like team player, enthusiastic, optimistic, opportunist etc. It didn’t go well down with me and I realized after getting rejected umpteen times that I was made for something else. But unaware of the fact, my brother was speaking to all of his friends and colleagues to get me a better job on my merit.
That was when one fine day I decided to drop him a text explaining everything which led to one thing to another.  For four years  I am placed in Delhi, pleased and content with my choice of profession and aspiring for more & more.
I have always been on the other side of the shore, where I didn’t share the same aim as my bro to stick to the only study in schools or college. There were times when our teachers used to compare between me and my brother and there were times when I would get really agitated by his aim to study more and more. I received good scolding to concentrate on studies but my mind was always busy doing something creative. My bro has been the best student, best son, best brother, best friend and now a really good husband.
I wish him all the best in his life and hope that he gets the best of everything. I may not have been a good brother at times, but I know I have got your back…that’s my real strength.

Reminiscing those days of childhood, a plan struck to start a blog train on #SiblingStories and 36 Bloggers of them amalgamated to share their sweet, salt and pepper encounters of #SiblingTalk.Brand Angtatva collaborated with me to give a new shape to this beautiful blog train journey.
The Campaign #SiblingStories & #SiblingTalk hosted by Ila Varma in collaboration with Angtatva comes to an end after a month-long celebration of adventurous blog train trip with Siblings. I am happy that it ended peacefully minting excellent relationship with new and old bloggers from across the globe. The articles shared by all the participants are indeed wonderful, emotional and funny instances with our siblings and I am sure it has helped in unearthing new facts about our siblings.

Special Bonding – Sibling Love! #SiblingStories

Life is one, yet we are connected with so many people. I too have #SiblingStories and I am eager to share….and Yes, I got a chance to share.

#SiblingStories is a blogging train hosted by varmaila in collaboration with the Brand Ang-Tatva...Esteemed bloggers from blogging fraternity have joined hands to participate in the Blog train for #SiblingTalk reviving the sweet and tickling hours spent with loving siblings and revive golden memories of the past. 
We are 3 siblings. I am the youngest and pampered one born on Valentine Day 14th Feb, J moody at times, childlike at heart.
My Great Brother



I am blessed to have an elder brother who pamper me like a kid. He has always been naughty among all three of us. Our parents gave us great values that have nurture us not only as a person but overall as a good human being. Thanks to them for their love and unconditional support.

Among all three, I have always been a pampered child. I was young in the family so everyone used to listen to my wishes.  I used to have pillow fights with my brother, He used to pull my hair and run away. Then I used to cry louder and seek everyone’s sympathy.

 And then do I need to tell you?

Hahaha. My mummy used to do what… Brother Ki pitai. To honi he thi…
Kabhi Chappal, Kabhi Belan …

My parents used to scold him and ask him — is it a way to treat a younger sister and I used to feel aahhhhh. And wow… “Fir Kya” bas patch up. Happy ending with gifts and chocolate J

I remember when I had my school board exams, my brother used to drop me at board examination centre and he used to wait for full 3 hours till my exam gets over. That time it was a normal thing for me. But now when I think, I feel happy and blessed to be loved by all. That is all about #siblinglove
My Elder Sister

I have an elder sister too who is more like a mom to me, then a sister. She used to live with my granny (nani) more often and visits during weekends. So when she used to visit us, she was given a special treatment. My mother used to make special dishes.

She has always been responsible and favorite of all. Very respectful, sincere, caring loving and affectionate. In brief, I have inherited from my sis being a social and well-mannered child.

I am blessed to have a sister like her. There were times when I used to feel little annoyed with her over my mom’s inclination towards her. Because she is very understanding, so obviously, mom’s favorite. But over a period of time, I began to realise that there is nothing wrong in it. Parents love all their children alike.

Parents love is unconditional. They never demand anything from us in return.
I remember I was in class VII preparing for my history paper. I was so nervous that I fell ill. I was confused about a few chapters. My sister had helped me at that time. She explained each and every line of the chapter. That made me so confident that I never felt nervous again. I learned the technique of learning.

From that day onwards, I clearly understood that mugging up things won’t help me in the longer run. It’s better to understand the concept and then write on it…it was her guidance that proved helpful in my life.

It’s all about sibling love and the bonding that we 3 share. It’s so beautiful to do write up on this topic that I am feeling short of words. Sibling love is beautiful. Lots of fights, tears of joy, ocean of emotions and happy endings. All that matters when comes to #SiblingStories #SiblingTalk #Siblinglove.

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Pooja Budhiraja, a working mom, a blogger, social media influencer and a homemaker. I believe one should follow his/her dreams religiously and never say No before trying. Life is about Khatta-Meetha experiences and through this post I would like to bring back a few bits of lost innocence.

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We are the Pillars of Strength to Each Other! #SiblingStories

#SiblingStories is a blogging train hosted by Ila Varma in collaboration with the Brand Ang Tatva. 32 esteemed bloggers from blogging fraternity have joined hands to participate in the Blog train to Talk about their Siblings to revive the sweet and tickling hours spent with their cute siblings and unearth the golden memories of the past. In the fast pace of life, the array of emotions, sweet and sour, salt & pepper gets buried. The blogger and the host of this campaign, Ila Varma love to divulge in the past and unwrap the pleasant stories of #SiblingTalk.

Mrinal Madhukar shares his unusual experience reminiscing the time spent with his younger bro. Let’s hear his story in his own words.


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There are few memories we always cherish, no matter how old we grow with them but they remain close to your heart because it is about someone with whom we are close and dear with – Our Sibling. Being the eldest one among the two of us – Brothers, our relation is somewhat like one where both of us look at each other and ensure the other is always away from any kind of problem. Of course, it matters that we exchange the pleasantries, talk to each other and wish on the important days but actually, both of us expect and to matter is to stand for each other whenever the either of us is in need.

“ Because brothers don’t let each other wander in the dark alone.”– Jolene Perry

Looking back, we were never really the actual naughty kind of kids while growing up. We had a different equation, back then in the era of late 90’s and early millennium, playing cricket was a core activity that both of us used to do together. Though it was just about regular colony cricket, there was a lot of planning that went in for that, and we would be regularly scolded for putting ball marks on the walls by throwing back and forth on it. That is a good strong memory of growing up, I remember how my little brother would take the bat away if he was not convinced that he was out, sounds funny when I recollect now. That was then and there, but as we grew up, we chose our paths where we wanted to see ourselves placed in life and today, fortunately, we both of us have realized our dream.
I know my brother is guided more by the emotions, and his passion for writing took him past the regular crowd of engineering and placed him there. That was some time of our lives when in the final year of his engineering, he dropped me a message stating how badly he wanted to be something else. At first, I was astonished, he had trusted me to let it out to the family and try my best to make it work, but I guess that is what the elder ones are supposed to, use their “elder wand” and help their younger ones to come out and face the world with their passion.
 Somehow, everyone in the family took it well, and I loved how brilliantly my brother in no time pushed himself and carved a niche for himself in the world of journalism. Every time I think about it, I feel proud of him.
We both are not that expressive when it comes to telling “Hey Brother I love you” but it is understood between us. I try taking lead to be there for him, my overprotection does get irritating for him at times. I am aware of my habit of being an overprotective irritant but I guess I will be so as long as I live, coz I guess that’s what Brothers do, silently be there for one another. And like I always wish for and say, no matter what I do, I want him to watch him achieving the best of everything in the world and make it bigger than all of us.
There is a marginal difference of two years and 3 months but we have a respect for each other. When I see other kids fighting, cribbing or blaming each other, I too wish to get into such situation with my bro…but we never indulged. We are different, we hardly exchanged bitter words. Being elder, I succumbed to his childish demands and never ever complained. Once or twice, I spanked him but he never retaliated or get into action…he cried and that was enough to tear my heart out…and say sorry.
We are different in many terms but still, an unseen force attracts us and we are indeed the pillar of strength for each other. He fills my shortcomings and I conceal his and we work together on our strength.

When I feel low or defeated, I look for his assurance that all will be well. On the emotional front, I am emotional and his lookout is quite practical. He guides me on these moments where I feel stuck.

May this compatibility and partner in crime remains the same throughout life.

I love him and wish to have him as my sibling in my next life.

“ Nothing can stop me from loving my brother.”– Brandy Norwood

Read next series of #SiblingStories contributed by Misha Jain.

#SiblingStories Blog Train is hosted by Ila Varma in association with #angtatva.
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Ready to Catch Up Blog Train with Sibling Stories! #SiblingStories #SiblingTalk

#SiblingStories is a blogging train hosted by Ila Varma in collaboration with the Brand Ang Tatva. 31 esteemed bloggers from blogging fraternity have joined hands to participate in the Blog train to Talk about their Siblings to revive the sweet and tickling hours spent with their cute siblings and unearth the golden memories of the past. In the fast pace of life, the array of emotions, sweet and sour, salt & pepper gets buried. The blogger and the host of this campaign, Ila Varma love to divulge in the past and unwrap the pleasant stories of #SiblingTalk.
The blog train journey is kicking on 07-10-2018 and it will reach the final destination on the eve of Bhai Dooj on 09-11-2018.
It is going to be a long month of celebration along with the festivals Durga Puja & Diwali. Be ready to read wonderful posts shared by the 31 Bloggers of their real-life experiences.
Being a writer, off and on, ideas flare up and this year on the eve of Rakshabandhan, an idea sprang to introduce a Blog train on the topic Sibling and unravel the glorious time spent with the siblings. 
A bond which appears inseparable in childhood days but with the passage of time, obligations of family, job, and marriage drift us apart. The emotional bonding continues but we miss the frictions, petty fights, being partner in crime, competition, fun, plays etc. We meet after a long interval and try to be coherent with each other. Rationalization in relationships mars the innocence and never ever the days come back when we cribbed at each other, fought with Mom that he/she was more loved, partnered in mischief etc.
This blog journey will help us to cherish those moments once again to bring back our lost innocence and a wide smile on our faces reminiscing those unforgettable moments.
The first participant of the series #SiblingStories, #SiblingStories is Misha Jain.
Blog Train is hosted by @varmaila in association with Ang-Tatva.
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Me Time! #FridayFotoFiction

woman reading a book with a smile

Since childhood, I was fond of reading and my shelves were stacked with different kinds of books and magazines and this reading habit gave birth to my writing skill.

My inner desire was to get my writings published giving shape to a novel.

Being the eldest of five, I was married off early and got totally engrossed in family life, managing kids, husband and household and could not take time out for myself.

After shouldering off my responsibilities, once again I diverted my attention towards my reading & writing habit.

I dusted the journals that I was carrying in my shelves and synchronized them and sent to various publishers to get it published.

Thankfully, one of the leading publishers of  Mumbai accepted my work and today I received the paperback of my publication.

I can’t scribble my emotions in words…I am speechless.

© Ila Varma 30/08/2017

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Word Count: 147 Words.

Story in 100 words. #Fantasy #FridayFotoFiction

Couple in Silhouttes

 

“Nancy, your dress is torn,” said Eric circling her in his strong arms, kissing all over.

“What, my bridal dress is torn? It isn’t auspicious, Eric” Nancy fretted.

“Cool baby cool. It is an auspicious sign. I am the culprit. While making love, my ring got entangled in the frills and mercilessly did the job.” Eric whispered slowly near her earlobe enticing her.

“Why didn’t you remove before indulging Eric?” Nancy said innocently.

“Hey, it was the first day. Couldn’t muster courage…but be prepared next time, now I have your permission.” Eric winked at her & she blushed crimson realizing what she had said.

Eric’s fingers started to move on her back, loosening the strings.

“Oh, wait…let me spread the curtains,” Nancy said.

“Are You Ready?” Eric whispered.

“Why not?” and their lovemaking gained momentum.

“Nancy…Nancy…here is your tea.” Eric whispered.

Oh..It was a sweet dream.

© Ila Varma 17/08/2017

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