Holiday pics

Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf,
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day
Nothing gold can stay.

~ Robert Frost.

Prompt  ….
PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

A painting is worth 1000 words. However, what is edited out of a photograph could well be much more.

The Pandeys were loading their holiday photos on whatsapp. Their 11 year old daughter (pichkoo) was watching them. As they opened the prompt pic in gallery – Pichkoo quipped in ‘Daddy, Daddy’

Yes, Honey!

Where are those monster mosquitoes in the pic?


And where is that large waste dump?


And the bad smell?

Photographs are visual darling.

OK, will you be telling your friends that I suffered with fever for a week after the visit to that river?

Words ~ 99
PS – This is fiction. No disrespect is intended to this particular prompt.

Thanks for the prompt Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. SHALOM.




Prompt  ….

Thank you Dorothy for this week’s prompt.

The main tent has been replaced by a number of smaller tents. The man in shalwar, kurta and a hat stood silently and contemplated. The number this year may be  fractionally less – he thought.

Never mind I am here to …………

The tents feed some 2,000 workers a day from different countries. Most of these men live alone and are away from their families. They do not have any family to feed them during the month long fasting. This is a form of emotional support to them and I am here to take care of them.

Long ago in the holy month of Ramdan* – one day I had fasted and at sunset had no money and nobody to care for me. Passing by a food stall I had asked the cook for a piece of salt to break my fast.

The cook had given me a meal, taught me to cook and my luck changed. Now, for the last few years I repay him by cooking the iftar* meal.

Words <175

Ramdan ~ the ninth month of the Muslim year, during which strict fasting is observed from dawn to sunset.

Iftar ~ the meal eaten by Muslims after sunset during Ramadan.


Thank you Priceless Joy


Phantom memories

Prompt  ….

Thank you Grant-Sud for this week’s prompt.

The old man opened the pink door. He saw soot-caked skyscrapers, squat tenements, concrete, glass, metal and wood for miles in all directions he could see. He saw traffic lights and thousands of cars on miles and miles of road. He could fathom a million places for the invisible enemies to hide and wait in the large urban jungle sprawl below him.

Behind him he could see his daughter painting the door red (she had no red paint so she had used this vile pink) as he had debarred her from ever opening it. He could see her brother teasing her about it and draw the icon for a portal with chalk.


I need to cut down on all those memory blockers – I am seeing things that have not been here since ages.

Words <175

Thank you Priceless Joy


The shelter

Prompt  ….

PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

Jung met Freud in 1907 and the two men talked for 14 hours. Jung being younger learned more about Freud’s theories of the unconscious.  They corresponded extensively.  At one point they were great friends and shared many of the same theories.

However, Jung soon (1913) opted to leave the claustrophobic shadow of Freud and developed many new theories and disagreements with Freud.

Beyond the history of psychology the take home message is – humans and a host of organisms find shelter under a great tree – but nothing achieves its full potential.  Ponder on it Ahish, and the Professor walked out.

Words ~ 100
 Thanks for the prompt Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. SHALOM.


The lone mynah

I do not know when this 16th century British rhyme (One for sorrow, two for joy, three for a girl, four for a boy, five for silver, six for gold, seven for a secret never to be told) about magpies was adopted as a superstition for common mynahs in India. The Indian version is  – one for sorrow, two for joy, three for a letter, four for a toy.

Prompt  ….

PHOTO PROMPT © Douglas M. MacIlroy

Mynahs pair for life – yet this lone one infested my home to my great trepidation.  It would chirp, croak, squawk, whistle and growl till I got up and fed it. It was an unlucky period and I blamed it on the lone mynah.

Later, the bird would perch on the kitchen window waiting for a scrap. Unfortunately it mimed my mother to chastise my wife from time to time – Do not forget the heeng*. My mother invariably laughed aloud.

It was just luck and agility that saved the mynah. No wonder it is also called kalahpriya** in Sanskrit.

Words ~ 99
*Heeng ~ asfoedita
**Kalahpriya ~ One who loves discord.

Thanks for the prompt Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. SHALOM.


Forced to …..

Prompt  ….

Thank you BarbCT  for this week’s prompt.

The captain saw the barge fine cut its way across the ship’s path. It was a miracle that a collision could be averted.

Next he saw a huge container topple off the third barge. The captain became suspicious and followed the barges – soon he noticed some unusual activity. Now the barges are also being used to smuggle in refugees – thought the captain. The kind hearted captain decided to help and saved more than 200 men, women and children from a certain death.

His assistant grumbled …….. ‘bloody refugees – they keep coming’.

Nobody would risk their lives on such a journey if death was not certain at … where ever they come from – the captain replied.

Words <175

Thank you Priceless Joy



Prompt  ….


Being on a boat in the river is a surreal experience. The sound of the water, the breeze, the view, everything makes one fall in love with the river especially if there is a full moon. It does leads to lunacy.

The great leader enjoyed the dinner cruise on River Vlata.

It could be a solution for the problems backs home – next elections, a dying & polluted river, demands of his financial supporters, purported development, etc etc.

The leader reached home and started the river-front-development on war footing.


He lost the next elections. The federal agencies are investigating …..

Words  ~ 100

Thanks for the prompt Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. SHALOM.