My dearest friend was having a birthday cake with two roses on it. It was a time when cake cutting wasn’t so famous.
I looked very eagerly towards the cake and those beautiful roses.
The cake was cut and was cut into many pieces, two roses were cut into two different pieces.
One was given to the birthday baby and the other was given to me.. What else could bring joy to a little kid than being made special?! 😃
Looking back at 2016 A to Z challenge, I completed it far better than this year’s challenge. But at least, I completed it this year too!
What next?
I’ve no idea whether I’m going to continue with any frequency, or go completely silent..
Let me face when it’s time.. And for now bidding adieu..
Thank you dear readers for your continued support! 😊
I love watching movies but not so much of the genre similar to Jurassic Park. It might be due to my reaction watching it the first time.
In Jurassic Park, there is a scene towards the end, where the kids are chased by dinosaurs and the kids get into a lift. Just when it’s to take off, a dino almost catches a kid. The kid has to pull in the leg to be saved.
I let out a loud yelp and pulled in my leg. And people next to me started consoling me rather than watching it, for I was that scared.. 🙈
The short story X ing a paragrab is written by Edgar Allan Poe.
It is one story that had me laughing so hard.
Written during the olden days, when the press used to manually set the entire article, letter by letter. And the rivalry between two presses and their challenging each other on drafting an article, with using of one particular character in almost all the words. So what happens when the entire block of that particular character is stolen and how the habit of using the character x as an alternate for the missing character is used.
I believe this was the starting point for all those challenges for using or not using any of the characters in blog posts.
In my childhood days, I don’t like to write much.. Which my mother has reminded me so often enough, until very recently..
The reason I don’t like to write, is not because I don’t like to write, but I don’t like to repeat..
Allow me to explain..
In those days, the school work mainly consisted of repeating parts of what’s available in the text book. And the exams asked to vomit the mugged up parts of the text book. So I didn’t write those essay type questions, which was to be answered to score marks above the required pass mark. But I did attended the questions which required answer in just few words or lines. And also attended all the mathematical problems and would score above 90%
It took them a long time to understand that I hated repeating while I never stepped back when it came to any activity that required original content.
So the girl who hated writing becamea pseudo writer and blogger! 😜
Though I have never displayed my photo on my blog, please do believe me when I say that, I do have a very photogenic face and I do have some great pictures taken.
There is one special photograph of me taken at the age of about two / three. It is not so uncommon in that age to braid the hair, adorn it with flowers and take a picture of that long hair along with the front view, right before tonsuring (head shaving) for the first time.
I was all dressed up pretty and was having a beautifully designed braid. It was time to take the customary photo consisting of both the front and back view. Please bear in mind that taking photograph is such a rarity and reserved only for very special occasions. So there were only very few pictures taken at that age.
Back to the photo.. It was easy to take the picture of the front view, though they hadn’t taken it first. When they asked me to turn back and show the braid for clicking the picture, as my parents say, I was not turning back. When they insisted, I had argued that how will the photo has my face, if you take it when I am facing the other way?
Seems quite logical, when you can’t make the kid-me understand that both front and rear view will be merged into a single picture and it just shows the doll-me front and back.
Thus the resultant photo was an expression less back form, along with the sullen face next to it!
Of course, it does bring a good laugh around whenever we see the picture now, even though I’m sullen faced and cute just as tiny toddlers could be!
I’ve an undying love for electronics. It all started with a video game named UFO.
I was about seven years, when I went for a walk with my father, spotted an interesting-looking-odd-shaped-violet-colored object across the counter of a shop.
As I asked my dad about it, we stepped in and enquired about it, the details of which are insignificant background noise, while I was engrossed in admiring the object’s odd shape and the tiny little buttons on it.
All I remember was that, it was not something meant for me, as we were not buying it right then. I was disappointed only little bit, as it looked like something too costly and also I was not so sure that it was meant for someone as young as me.
We returned home, and dad called me back for another walk immediately. Still I didn’t understand the meaning, until we reached the same shop.
Yes, I was gifted that video game and that was my first video game! It was a very simple game, where you ought to catch / shoot the falling objects. Not all, just the wrong objects flying disturbing the UFO.
I still have that game with me, it may even work, if I fit in a proper battery. It’s like those Andy’s toys in the toy story movie. Always having a special place in the heart of it’s owner.. 🙂
When life gets tough, it is easy to consider quitting. And there are so many motivators to push me ahead. I’ve also written few posts on those.
One such motivator was part of my curriculum in school. Which stayed longer than most other lessons.
It was about Jesse Owens. And his greatest Olympic prize. He won four gold medals in that Olympics and set an amazing record, when none expected him to succeed in anything at all. Even if he is the most eligible candidate to winall those laurels. Though he overcame many hurdles to participate in finals, the most difficult hurdle was when he was almost not making through the trials.
That’s when Luz Long, his fellow competitor offers him an advice, which costs him his own victory in Olympics.
When Owens was trying to give his best, even at trials, and was instead making a foul, he was consulted to not give his best, but just get through the trials. So he might get into the finals and show his worth, where it matters the most. Thus, he sets back a little to achieve even more in the finals and go on to win the coveted gold medal in Olympics.
The lesson, that stayed with me is not just about losing a little to gain more. But to earn a friend, who would push me ahead, even when it might cost them their victory. Who would stand by me at all times, who knows what I’m capable of better than me, who knows when I’m stuck in an imaginary pit and who knows how to redeem me from myself, so that I would achieve what I’m capable of..
That might seem like an unachievable dream. But the lucky me found not just one but more than one such dear true friend! Yes, they still exist and they still stay along as my friend in my happiness and sadness, and all ups and downs.
And whenever I’m on the verge of quitting, one of them comes around to push me ahead. And thus I keep on going forward as well as achieving more and more.
For those who wonder, whether I return the favour, I do so, as said, by my friends.. 🙂
It’s said that if a friendship survives for seven years, it will last a lifetime.
Yes, it’s true for me.
Our friendship started when we were seven and now we are decades stronger.
How it started?
When I moved to a new neighborhood in apartments. Contests were being held as part of their annual celebrations and there is only one competitor for mein every contestI entered into. In later years, we teamed up and the association always got very similar prizes for both of us, irrespective of the first and second places we would get.
Also, we were mostly considered twins, due to our facial similarities and also the way we were always found together almost at all times, despite attending different schools.
How did it survive?
After five wonderful years, we had to shift and it was the first time, I experienced the pain of parting ways. It was the time when telephone digits were just three or four and existed only in certain offices and such.
But the pen pals were in rage, by then. And yes, we wrote to each other occasionally and shared few cards, though the times we remembered each other were much more than that.
Later, we connected over phone after years, and the teenage years went busy in our own separate ways. When we met again after almost a decade, nothing much has changed between us and now the technology keeps us connected!
Our story together alone could take up much space and few of them might be coming up in this series.
How about sharing your longest friendship story?
I neither have the heart to wish life
Nor the courage to face death!
Hence life rolls on!
He wanted to be loved..
She wanted to love..
He knew her..
She knew him..
He liked her..
She liked him..
He is full of logic..
She is full of nonsense..
He saw that togetherness is impossible..
She saw that he deserved someone better than her..
He understood life as is..
She understood life as fate..
Yet they understood each other too well..
To the extreme extent that
They could never be
Opposite poles of
the same magnet..
But just be the Same poles
Of Different magnet!
Yup, Sharing is NOT Caring..
When?
You have a happy news and I am in the rock bottom of life. I could either see it as light at the end of the tunnel or I could rather dig my self pity deeper..
What?
Sharing your happiness makes the World a better place to live in, while pouring out your disaster story gives a life lesson for few, while it teaches others, how boring it is to hear a sob story..
How?
If you are finding some fault / mistake of mine, Sharing it with anyone other than me brings out many characteristics, but definitely not Caring..
So?
Even a deed with good intention could backfire, depending on the timing and circumstance..
Do share love and care, but be wise in doing so..
Also try to be open to receive the love and care shown towards you, for not everyone is entitled to received them unasked and without expecting anything in return..
என்பி லதனை வெயில்போலக் காயுமே
அன்பி லதனை அறம். (77)enpi ladhanai veyilpoalak kaayumae
anpi ladhanai aRam.A life without love will be stung by the righteous conscience
like a body without bones that is burnt by the sun. [Couplet 77]
This is one of the oft-quoted couplet. The usual explanation to this goes as given in the English version.
But I have recently heard a better explanation to this couplet on its nuance. And I just wanted to share it here for I loved the explanation.
The righteous virtue burns away the soul of the loveless people. But why is it compared to that of the Sun burning the boneless? Because, it has a special unique feature.
The Sun burns the boneless only when the creature attempts to stay in the Scorching sun. As Sun never goes in search of boneless to burn them..
Similarly, Righteousness doesn’t burn the loveless as long as they stay confined within their solitude.. It starts punishing only when the loveless people come out to stay in the society without having the least compassion for the society.
So being Loveless is not a crime by itself to deserve the punishment of righteousness.
Share your love and let the World be a better place to live upon.
The everyday life can be more beautiful when you know to see the everyday things in a different angle.. I clicked this some time ago and found this mundane beauty while browsing through my archives..
If you like this click, you would love the beautiful clicks listed here in Trablogger’s blog under the Mundane Monday Challenge.
The object in the click is a not-so-rare view and why don’t you take a guess on what is it.. (Hint: It is not a personalised item like Bags)
Waiting for your guesses.. 🙂
Had N number of Passions.
Had N number of Possibilities.
Out of the N number
Not even one
Could cater to all Passions
And not even few
Could cater to most Passions.
Then came the prioritising
Of Passions and
Discrimination of Possibilities
In the name of Practicality.
Then came a new possibility
Possessing my heart and soul
Though it was not listed
In the N number of Passions
Or in the N number of Possibilities.
The Possessive Passion
Paved way for every other Passion
With a new Possibility
And gave Hope that
Anything is Possible
When the Heart and Soul
Is tuned to achieve that
One single Goal
Without any diversion!
And it also proved that
N number is not a nightmare
And also that
N number is not all,
For the destiny could be beyond
the N number of Passions
and the N number of Possibilities!
The journey continues…
The highway extends…
We are the birds that forget the path travelled;
We are also the bend that unites two poles
We crossover the desert,
We enjoy when we reach the oasis…
Nothing is permanent!
This too will pass on!!
The stars and the crescent moon has become alone;
The rain under the umbrella and the tides of the sea have parted ways…
Your portrait is being drawn with my teardrops;
Your photograph is calling out my name…
We lighted the lamps like the Candle and the Wick,
Yet, we are just wasted like the unburnt lamps..
Give farewell, Take a decision, I will leave..
Alright, Give it up, Move aside, I am leaving..
The chimes of your anklet is heard like music from afar;
The echoes of your voices is heard in the directions I turn around..
We talked together like the River and the Shore,
At the end of the story we are parting ways..
The details of the song translated are available over here!
This song is one of my recent favorite for the music and I started liking it from the very first time.. Loved the lyrics for the clichés..
Hope you too enjoyed the song.. Do let me know about your thoughts on the song..
I’m no one
to you in the list of
predefined relationships,
while you are
everything to me!
This week HeSheStory is merged with Dr. H Bhatnagar’s two-phrase story challenge!
Challenge? Who has the patience to follow the rules / link backs?
If that’s what you were thinking, you are in the right place. Coz the rules are almost nil!
(Hmm.. Are there any, Dr. HB? Since I don’t follow most rules, I skipped this too.. :P)
But if you are willing to stick to rules, refer here!
Willing to take part in this challenge?
Feel free to reply to the first phrase either in my comment section or the original posts’ comment section.
(See how simple this is!)
Feel free to unleash your creativity with a new second phrase
(or bit more, coz he has a big heart to accommodate more than a second phrase.. 😉 )
There’s little more!
He compiles all the entries and posts!
Trust me, it is awesome to see the multitude of replies for a single phrase.
Check out the last week’s compilation here!
So what’s your reply to “I’m no one…”
Looking forward for your take on this.. 🙂
When words were never mine to begin with. I was only their carrier upon transport- both serving time together- holding some- mere milliseconds- while others cellmates serving a life sentence. Each letter and word- wound within my dna- and- transcribed by my process of knowing- has arrived from the hands of someone else.
Who am I to say- I own these words?
Yes- they may empower- even set you free- but to own them- is to put them in a zoo. To cut out their lungs- give them hugs for legs- and tell them to run- then send them on their way to have a nice life- and a breath of fresh air- from the inside- out.
If I copyright words- Van Gogh copyrights Starry Nights- Aristotle copyrights thought- Harper Lee and Maya Angelou know why the caged mockingbird can’t sing- if their teachers own all the words. Does Shakespeare care if Hamlet is performed at the Globe – a renowned performing arts high school in New York- or the streets of El Salvador? Or is it about sharing in our words- living through his words- copy what was- homage to the author.
And…
What if my thought- was first a song lyric written on the back of a napkin- tossed aside- blurred- by someone who was playing the drinking game. Was my thought already prefabricated- plain as day- in the light of moon- beyond the wonder of a five year old Nigerian girl. Or in the dreams of an addict to spun to remember what was said- when morning is four days later- and still hasn’t come. Maybe it was the taxi driver in Karachi who first said, “poets can be any color- they just want to be read…” way before it entered my head. He just didn’t have access to a pen- or- when he got home- had trouble remembering again.
Or…
Maybe this was all confiscated- stolen- copy unwritten- from a man who has ALS. Everyone baby talks- the man- like a toddler- and pats him on the head. Like sticking a finger in the soup to see if it is warm. Somewhere he is reading my words- his words- unspoken- on a screen- screaming so loud. But no one gives a fuck- because they think he doesn’t have words. These are my copyrighted- hijacked- borrowed from another source- all the source- is the same source- words- just a different kind of sauce.
Understanding- I only carry these words- all thoughts that have been conjured- inflicted- and finely tuned- have come from the fingers- tongues- brushstrokes- madness of others. Screamed in splinters- whispered in born against- washed into the sand’s stone- are all words- for consideration.
My search in writing- is for a comfort- for the words- and the people to be as free as possible. Knowing- nothing is free- especially as a Dad- to three- all girls.
What about the tree- when were they going to see a royalty- for all the copies they have written?
Like a tree roots in- I am rooted in my children. For them- and my family- I have to remain a true artist- a true contradiction- like any human- that varies on a multitude of spectrums. To a take stand- show my copy rights as author and carrier of words- would only be for them- so their walk is a little lighter.
Their Father’s hands which have borne the scars and marked calluses of time- that comes when the sun shines so bright in life- you have to squint- and trust that you’re walking- but- not off the edge- because you can still feel the sun radiating through your face- and trust can be easier- when you can’t see in the first place.
I will chase- these words all copied from the same source- just a different sauce- tasting- and holding on to what I can- understanding what was already written…
This is a post written by Anthony in his blog “Symbols between Spacebars” under the title “Do I have a right to copyright words- call them mine?“
When was the last time you stopped to notice the simple mundane things with attention to detail?
If you are wondering so long, to remember that, now is the time to look around.. But with a little more attention to those everyday things and scenery, we take-for-granted.
Isn’t there something beautiful that grabbed your attention, more than others. Now, frame-it and hang-it out, not in the legal sense, but with a camera and a blog post.
Don’t you want it to be enjoyed and appreciated by many? Here’s a simple way! Give a pingback in your post to TraBlogger’s Mundane Monday Challenge!
He is hosting this challenge for over a year now and he is always kind to share his views / appreciation on the submissions, as well as, to compile them in his next week’s post. More than that, there are even simple and interesting guidelines offered by him to help us take better mundane shots. Do enjoy his clicks and other submissions for the challenge over here!
Kaleidoscope
The reflections of a normal Jhumka gives a somewhat resemblance to the Kaleidoscope to me.. And it also makes me think of a little girl with her head slanted to the side.. Do let me know what you think of it in the comments..
I am far from you,
Like the water droplets on the lotus leaves,
Yet,
I am so near you,
Like the reflections of moon in the river..
Full moon would be her face
Jasmine would be her fragrance
Lightning would be her eyes
Silence would be her language
Dew drops of winter would be voice
Deer calf of the fragrant forests would be her walks
I saw her one day and
asked for her heart as boon
She did give but immediately took it back and went away!
She is indeed the island of the sea, untouched hitherto,
In its fragrant sands, I wished to be a floral shrub..
She is indeed the melody, unforgettable after hearing,
Even after understanding the stanzas, I stood in silence..
She being one shore, and me being the other shore,
In between gushes the river of solitude..
Is it possible for the hands to fish in the waters of mirage?
The time stands testament to the happenings of the present..
She comes along with peace,
And I grasped her fingers..
The journey continued while witnessing the many rainbows along the path..
As sleep caressed my head, I rested under a tree..
When I woke up, she wasn’t there and the minute turned bitter..
She was by my side, in that minute,
She appeared afar, in the next minute..
She runs like the false-deer that eludes the vision..
Between me and her, a screen stood opposing,
When mask is worn, would the faces be visible?
This is my translation of a song from the movie Jodhaa Akbar, released in 2008. The details about the song is available over here along with the tamil verse.
This song caught my attention with its music, for it is so soothing and pleasant to hear. This song is always in the top 5 of my most played track list. The reason it is there is just not for the music or the voice. But the lyrics.
The hero gets besotted by the beauty of his new wife. She is near yet so far in heart. He yearns for her. And this song is what transcribes his emotions.
The reason the lyrics stands close to me is the closeness of this song to the John Keats’ song “La Belle Dame sans Merci“
Below is the complete song:
O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
Alone and palely loitering?
The sedge has withered from the lake,
And no birds sing.O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
So haggard and so woe-begone?
The squirrel’s granary is full,
And the harvest’s done.I see a lily on thy brow,
With anguish moist and fever-dew,
And on thy cheeks a fading rose
Fast withereth too.I met a lady in the meads,
Full beautiful, a fairy’s child;
Her hair was long, her foot was light,
And her eyes were wild.I made a garland for her head,
And bracelets too, and fragrant zone;
She looked at me as she did love,
And made sweet moanI set her on my pacing steed,
And nothing else saw all day long,
For sidelong would she bend, and sing
A faery’s song.She found me roots of relish sweet,
And honey wild, and manna-dew,
And sure in language strange she said—
‘I love thee true’.She took me to her Elfin grot,
And there she wept and sighed full sore,
And there I shut her wild, wild eyes
With kisses four.And there she lullèd me asleep,
And there I dreamed—Ah! woe betide!—
The latest dream I ever dreamt
On the cold hill side.I saw pale kings and princes too,
Pale warriors, death-pale were they all;
They cried—‘La Belle Dame sans Merci
Hath thee in thrall!’I saw their starved lips in the gloam,
With horrid warning gapèd wide,
And I awoke and found me here,
On the cold hill’s side.And this is why I sojourn here,
Alone and palely loitering,
Though the sedge is withered from the lake,
And no birds sing.
Both are very beautiful songs as stand alone. They both are in different genres, yet they both have some common elements and that’s what I link and like between them.
The mysterious girl;
Her beautiful features,
Her love for him,
Him, wanting to serve her,
The feeling of elation in being with her,
She lulling him to sleep,
Him waking into harsh reality,
From the dream of the dreamy girl,
His lament to reach her..
Now all I wonder about the first song is whether it is an inspired imagination or just imagination by two individuals in the same way!
Yesterday I was pondering for a long time. That’s when a little angel came to me and asked what is today’s post? And what is the word you picked for ‘G?’ As I told her that I didn’t know what to post, she spontaneously told this story along with the title.
I know this is a very clichéd story. But the reason I recorded it nonetheless was I had the simple pleasure of listening to a cute bedtime story with a feel good ending. I loved the way she expressed this story in my native tongue in her own style. Though I couldn’t record the same awesome feel I had listening to this story, I thought of just recording the story.
Feel free with your imagination to visualise the story from a kid’s explanation perspective and have fun!
Long long ago, in faraway country, there lived a little girl named Ina. She is a sweet little girl living happily in the tiny village. And today she was so excited as there was only one more day for the Christmas holidays. She was very eagerly looking forward for this vacation as this is the time filled with gifts, but more importantly, fun with friends and relatives.
There is a girl named Mina, living near Ina’s house. Mina’s family is not that financially strong as Ina and hence Mina wasn’t so excited about the Christmas. Moreover, she was feeling low as her parents could not even afford a new dress for her Christmas.
Ina came to know of this and that night before going to bed, she added this in her prayers. “Dear God, Please send Mina a good new dress for Christmas.”
When she slept that day, she had a dream and a fairy appeared in it. The fairy said, “You are a very sweet girl Ina. It is very nice of you to pray for Mina’s gifts. So, here is a new dress for her and you can gift it to her.” When she woke up, she saw a gift box near the foot of her bed and she was exploding with happiness.
She ran to Mina’s home with the gift and they opened it to find two dresses, each having their name tags. Thus the holiday started with enjoyment for both of them. And the smiles kept multiplying all around..
Here is one for you too! 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂
Share the smiles!!
The joy of ticking off a to-do list,
The joy of scoring out a pending task,
The happiness of achieving some target,
The happiness of getting appreciated for timely completion,
The happiness of shelving a project after completion,
And every other joy of accomplishment,
Takes up the level of self-confidence a bit ahead!
And that little more confidence helps you to achieve even more..
And there is another kind of confidence that helps us to accomplish things, which we might otherwise find beyond our capability..
The confidence that you have nothing to lose, but could gain anything to everything..
Also, there is the confidence that comes with the knowledge of having every possibility a success!
Is there ever a possibility of having every try a success??
Yes!
Though the success from each chance is not the same, some failures are worth more than the success and hence, the failure can’t be classified as failure!
Wondering how failure is better than success?
Here’s the formula as told in Thirukkural by Thiruvalluvar..
கான முயலெய்த அம்பினில் யானை
பிழைத்தவேல் ஏந்தல் இனிது. 772
kaana muyal_eydha ampinil yaanai
pizhaitha_vael aendhdhal inidhu
Better to bear the spear that missed the tusker
than the arrow that got the rabbit. [Couplet 772]
This couplet says that it is better to hold the spear that missed the target of a massive elephant, which symbolises a not easy target, than to hold the victorious arrow, which pierced the aimed, easier target of, rabbit!
So is that really a failure, when you have a not-so-easy target, give your best efforts and yet not achieve the target?
And when you are sure that there is no way to fail, won’t you be tapping more and more success?
Be carefree for there is no failure and win more laurels as you are carefree and content with what you do!!
This is in reply to Dr. H Bhatnagar’s two-phrase story challenge!
Challenge? Who has the patience to follow the rules / link backs?
If that’s what you were thinking, you are in the right place. Coz the rules are almost nil!
(Hmm.. Are there any, Dr. HB? Since I don’t follow most rules, I skipped this too.. :P)
But if you are willing to stick to rules, refer here!
Willing to take part in this challenge?
Feel free to reply to the first phrase either in my comment section or the original posts’ comment section.
(See how simple this is!)
Feel free to unleash your creativity with a new second phrase
(or bit more, coz he has a big heart to accommodate more than a second phrase.. 😉 )
There’s little more!
He compiles all the entries and posts!
Trust me, it is awesome to see the multitude of replies for a single phrase.
Check out the last week’s compilation here!
So what’s your reply to “It wasn’t my choice…”
Looking forward for your take on this.. 🙂
And here’s my take!
It wasn’t my choice,
But my destiny
to travel the less trodden path
and pave way for others
to follow and reach new destinations!
He:
When I draw a flower, dear girl,
the fragrance emanates from it..
When I draw the fire, my sweety,
the heat spreads to caress your fingers..
She:
When the non-living picture gets life from your touch,
What would happen to me, the living one?
He:
You are a painting that takes away lives
with your breath-taking beauty!
He:
Dots join together to make a beautiful painting,
Hearts join together to make an epic love story.
She:
Lines are part of the painting,
Tiffs are also part of the love.
He:
To paint the sky, blue is the color,
To paint our love, what is the color?
She:
Come let’s paint our love,
Using fingers as the brush,
And my shyness as the palette.
She: Where lies the soul of a painting?
He: It lies the eyes of the beholder!
She: Which part holds love in a girl?
He: The part that is untouched by the guy!
She:
You are a modern poet, who knows how to paint,
You are a poor artist, who knows to mesmerise girls.
He:
Like the rain that cheats the clouds to reach the earth,
And becomes inseparably tangled with the earth,
You have come to become a part of me, welcome!
This song is a translation of a tamil track with lyrics penned by Vairamuthu. Click here to check more about the original song and the video of the track.
The numerous masks,
The endless reasons,
The not-so-strong no,
The differences,
The similarities,
The sweet nothings (or lack thereof),
The misunderstandings,
The mutual liking,
The distance,
And multiple other things,
Significant and insignificant,
Are not enough,
To make me stop loving you!
Break your shell and
Be loved, my beloved!
A new day,
A new month,
A new quarter,
A new challenge!
Is this challenge really that new to me?
If the experience of three months of daily posting is any good, Nope, this is not a new challenge to me!
So what is beginning today?
The famous A to Z Challenge!
What is the Challenge about?
I still continue to post in my blog in my own style, but be careful in naming the posts. I need to use the letters A to Z serially, to start off my title everyday. So day 1 starts with A, day 2 with B and so on.. And they let me take a break on Sundays!
There was a specific day to reveal my theme for the month. But I didn’t get around to post that, earlier. So I am telling about my theme here.
The blog loosely follows a pattern for the past three months. Though I will try to stick to the same theme, it might be changed as I come up with other ideas (or lack of them.. ;))
The theme that is being followed is listed here!
So now you know what to expect from my blog in the upcoming month. Now moving on to what could be expected from me..
I am working on a tight schedule in the recent few months. So I would definitely reply to the comments I receive, within few hours, but I am not committing to be a good reader, as I used to be. ( I still wonder how could I read every single post in my reader once, and where did that time vanish into.. If that time has crossed over there, please feel free to direct it back to me.. 😉 )
Seems I am all set to move forward.. And now is the time for you to hop around the pages and posts..
See you around!
Keep Smiling!!
Ripples 