SURPRISE!!!

It was Christmas eve. All houses down the lane were decorated with X'mas lights in their balconies. One couldn’t see many Christmas trees around here, as Christians were scarce in the locality. In one of these homes was a little girl who found the absence of Christmas trees and Santa Clause making her feel deeply upset.
She wished for a Christmas like they showed in the movies; with all the gifts and surprises, get-togethers and decorations! She sure couldn’t do it all on her own. But she knew she at least had to try.

So here she was, peeping out of the window to make sure her family wasn’t back from work yet. Rushing back to the bedroom, she sat sewing tiny sponge pieces into cones to make a tiny Christmas tree. She had all of half an hour every day to secretly make the gifts; when no one else was home. She tried not to spoil the surprise but  now should she actually do that?

It was almost done by Christmas eve; she got ready for the eve with a three layered thermocol Christmas cake for her mom, a snowman made of tissue paper for her dad, and that sponge Christmas tree for her sister.  A neat drawing, as she liked to believe, of Santa’s face was to be her mask. She’d also gotten a red top, red pant and a red belt ready to become a Santa. All that was left was to get a bag to tuck in the gifts and a tummy for Santa. That evening she tried stuffing every pillow in the house under her top. But unfortunately, all pillows were the size of her own body and just wouldn’t stay. Much to her surprise, the tummy idea had to be cancelled.

Finally, the day arrived. All set, she waited for her family to end up to be together in the living room, which proved to be  the most difficult task. But anyhow, she ended up dragging everyone into the same place in the name of  ‘something’ she couldn’t tell them. So much for a small surprise!

Keeping them put, she rushed ‘backstage’ to the bedroom and got dressed up in a moment. And off she went with a sweet and gentle ‘Ha ha ha!’ which resembled non other than the laugh of a Santa. And surprised they were! She could even say that they were very pleased too to see that. For which they made her go back and come again so that they could shoot a video of it and remember it forever.....

Years later, she sat watching the video of  the Christmas eve once upon a time. Oh, the things they did as kids. She’d forgotten the last time she’d given such a surprise to her family. Had life kept her so very busy since then? Talking about resolutions and goals by the year end, now she had hers too. Pulling out her diary, she wrote it down,

“This holiday season I promise to give a surprise to my family.”

   

After reading this short and sweet story, even we all will plan something new, a gift wrapped with love and emotions!!!

                                             THE SCHOOL BOY

This is a story on a complaining school boy with his routine bag creeping like a snail unwilling to school in the shining mornings..

It was six in the morning, and as usual his ears failed to register the sound of the alarm. His senses in the morning only responded to his mother's yell from the kitchen.

"Five...more...minutes" he murmured, not conscious enough to know that no one would hear him. And then, just as his mother appeared to beat the sleep out of him, his eyes popped open and he sprang out the bed like magic.

Furiously brushing his teeth, he silently wished yet again that there would be an unexpected holiday in school. He promised to god that he'll definitely complete Miss Sarita's homework then, but he was only in want of time. It's just that he simply couldn't have missed  that Pokemon episode. He'd meant to do the work later on but had fallen asleep. That wasn't his fault, was it?

Another scream from the kitchen broke his train of thought as he rushed back into his room to wear his school uniform. He had five minutes to pack his bag, find a pair of matching socks, polish his shoes and have his food before the school bus arrived. It always seemed impossible to him, but every time his mom came to the rescue and got all things done for him in a moment, sadly never leaving him an opportunity to miss his school bus.
As he stood all groomed up at the door waiting for the bus, he still had the tiniest ray of hope for the bus to break down midway and not show up. Unfortunately, he never did have that good luck. He watched with a sigh as the bus horn its way through to him, all perfect and working. But his spirits returned to him once he noticed his friends smiling at him through the windows.

Who cared about Miss Sarita or her homework after all?! He had his friends to meet in school, and plenty of fun to have. Surely, he couldn't miss that for anything!

His world changed from home to school 

He liked no rule 

     Always willing to be free 

His life was through the school age

Which most of  us hope to have it again and again

     And now, for him to realise

     He has a lot much to see 

The  Magical  Powers  In  Me...........

This is a letter to my near and dear 'Magic'

Dear Magic,

 Like every other child, I imagined and dreamed of meeting you one day.I fascinated about it for years; about that day when you would show up and make me someone special.I knew you would come to make my life extraordinary just like all the lovely books and movies had promised. I waited and waited for you to surprise me, for that day when I'd start moving things without touching them, when I could fly simply by spreading my arms, when I could make the world a pretty place full of flowers and happy people.

But as I grew up, I saw how everyone was certain you did not exist, that you lived only in stories like Santa Claus did, that you were simply impossible. Call it my immaturity or whatever, but I refused to believe them. Of course, they did not know about you because they were ordinary, because you just hadn't revealed yourself to them yet. But surely, I knew that you would come to me one day. No matter how much the people claimed and 'proved' about your non existence!

So I waited and waited with the utmost patience, and yet you weren't showing up. Believe it or not, I even dared to doubt your existence at times! I do feel a bit guilty about that, for I knew that the moment I stopped believing in you, you would never come to me at all. So I continued to wait as I grew. People didn't call me a child anymore, and I was beginning to feel cheated by you. Why was it that you were so stubborn in hiding from me? I lost my hope with time, yet I held on. I couldn't have been wrong. It just couldn't be.

And in the end, you did reveal yourself. You did surprise me, but you made me bang my head for being so silly! Because you were always right here with me! I was so busy 'waiting' for you to show up that I hadn't even bothered to 'look' for you on my own! I found you yes, only to realize that you weren't what I thought you were.

When I close my eyes, I see you. When I close my eyes 'I dream, disappear and fly'. I explore your world and discover myself. All along, I was waiting for you to show up in the 'muggle' world, how silly of me!

I do sometimes wish that you existed in the normal world too. I could then fly in the open sky, go invisible to observe the world unnoticed, travel back in time to study ancient times. But that might jumble things up and leave the world in a madness. It is just as well that you exist within us, hidden from the naked eye.

Life has been interesting since I found you.And dear, you've showed me that you are not about the fairies or wands or the spells. You are our perception that can see the extra-ordinariness in the ordinary that everyone fail to see.Thank you dear for really making me unique By showing what I can really do!

Your faithful,

Himasree

WHEN I CLOSE MY EYES I SEE.............

What if your mirror started talking?

This is a story of a mirror describing it's existence and it's owner, who grows older as the mirror watches

I am a wall mirror in  a woman's bedroom. I am  “silver and exact.”

 I form no judgement, instead merely swallow what I see and reflect that image back without any alteration. I am not cruel, “only truthful.” I consider myself as a  four-cornered eye of a god,through which I see everything for what it is.

Most of the time, I look across the empty room and meditate on the pink speckled wall staring at me all the time. I have looked at that wall for so long that I feel as if  the wall is “part of my heart.” The image of the wall is interrupted only by people who enter to look at themselves and the darkness that comes with night.

I imagine myself as a lake. One  day, a woman looked into me, trying to discern who she really is by gazing at her reflection. Sometimes, the woman preferred to look at herself in candlelight or moonlight, but these are “liars” because they mask her true appearance. Only me the mirror (existing here as lake) gives her a faithful representation of herself.

Because of my honesty, the woman cried and awarded me with agitation of hands. Nevertheless, she couldn't refrain from visiting me over and over again, every morning. Over the years, the woman had “drowned a young girl” in me, and now sees in her reflection an old woman growing older and older as days passed.

I actually dominate and interpret my world, and thus have a lot more power than I seem to suggest. I do not merely reflect what I see, but also shape those images for your understanding. I always speak the truth even if it disappoints you.

I   reflect anything ‘just as it is’. My reflection is precise and accurate. I provide an exact picture of the thing in front of me. I do not allow my reflections to be clouded by feelings such as love or dislike. Hence my reflections are ‘unmisted’ and dispassionate.I have no preconceptions.Whatever I see I swallow immediately and reflect the same.I am not the trouble, I am the truth.

This personification of a mirror in the story is really heart touching and teaches us a hard lesson that  always accept the truth instead of hiding from it to be happy with what you are and what you have!!!

Write from the perspective of a forgotten or lost toy.....

Write from the perspective of a forgotten or lost toy.....

Our childhood is filled of  playing with dolls and toys;Spider-Man and Barbie;puppet and cartoons but, irrespective of the beauty of the toy we never cared for it.We kept hold of it for 3 months or at most  an year and no later it becomes one of those lost toys.... realising this I have finally decided to write the tipsy- topsy journey of my very own doll....

On the top rack of the toys section in the city mall of Los Angeles sat a lovely doll....Yes,you guessed it right it is none other than me!!Cute,adorable and kind is a short description I'd like give to myself.Due to my beauty all the other dolls were plain jealous of me!I was the queen of all dolls while  the lights are off, but I was just like a statue when they turn on!

Many little girls wanted to get hold of me but they did not succeed .....Many little girls wanted to take me home but,I costed an arm and leg.........

One fine day a little girl aged around 3 came to the mall in search of her own birthday gift.Like any other girl,her eyes fell on me. She asked her parents but instead of answering , her parents spoke to each other in hushed voices .It was a toss-up. But alas like any other time her parents disagreed in a mischievous manner.Surprisingly after some time I saw the mother of the little girl .She smiled and took me from the rack...I missed a heart beat(though I am heartless)

I was the little girl's surprise gift!The most wanted doll was going to be someone's at last....I was exited as well as nervous..At last the day arrived ,it was her birthday!I was taken from under the bed and the little girl was very surprised on finding me ....

At the first look she named me Pinky as I had and pink dress.I was pretty and so was she because, of which I was always the apple of her eye.I believed in this thoroughly .She had a dozen other dolls but they were all a drop in the bucket whereas I was most pampered.She celebrated my birthday,got a pram for me,gave me chocolates and hugged me while sleeping.I just loved her!!!

 (It's the little girl and me!)

It was an year now that I was her best friend .Her birthday was gonna arrive again and she wanted a Barbie again ..  she again went in search of a doll and got home a pretty adorable doll but,little did I know that the other doll is going to prove me a dark horse!!

After the other doll was presented to the little girl she almost forgot about me .She made the other doll sit in the pram not even asking me.Sleeping with me is far when she did not even wish me goodnight.She did not invite me to any of the birthday parties of the other dolls.She gave my cloths to the other doll!!Oh this was so unfair.

After a few days she actually plucked my hair out and threw me out of the balcony!Yes, you read it right,she threw me out of the balcony.I felt like crying but I was a doll and kept a duplicate smile instead..Then there came a dog who took me by his mouth and threw me in the road.The road cleaner picked me with my ragged cloths and dirty face and put me in the dustbin.Seriously? What had I done to go there?

But luckily to my surprise from the dustbin a small little street girl picked me up and took me to her house.There she dressed me in cloths which she knitted,she wiped me in water,she stitched my cut and she replaced my hair.She was much more kinder than the other little girl.....and today even after 5 years i sit beside her photo frame on the study table...

Now I hope you all understand the pity of the lost and forgotten toy of ours....

TOPIC- Something nobody knows about me

We are all strangers more or less here, so there are something that no body else knows about me. 
I love learning little titbits of information about people and myself- that no one else knows. I did not learn to tie my shoe lace until I was 8 year old!

My family tried many times from when I was very small and I just could not get it.I always wore slip on shoes which was very common.It was very embarrassing because my elder sister learned at a very early age. They even tried to teach me with no luck. I finally confessed to my maternal grandfather around thanks giving time when he asked me what I wanted for Christmas.
I told him all I wanted was to learn how to tie my shoes so I could wear shoes with laces! He sat there with me and showed and explained me how to do it.
I know it sounds imbecile but nobody actually explained me, they just showed me.
even today when I lace up and tie my shoes, I remember what he actually taught me.

I thank up the internet anonymity! Up until a shameful late age, I always taught the sun and moon were the same thing. I thought that the sun was the moon when it's fire had gone out at night.Too silly right! I still don't remember whether my early teachers told me about this or not but I totally misunderstood the concept of sun and moon. 

Even now, you can see a laughter on my face when I get to remember my foolishness when I was young. I didn't share these things with anyone just thinking that they would laugh at me. Actually,it was shame on my part that I don't know these simple things which all of my other friends could know them earlier then me. But now, a famous quote ignited my mind saying "Be who you are and don't think about what others would think about you."
Hope  you too enjoyed knowing my younger age foolishness.


New Words

1. titbits- a small and particularly interesting item of gossip or information
2. confess- acknowledge something reluctantly, typically because one feels slightly ashamed
3. imbecile- a stupid person
4. anonymity- a condition of being anonymous; lack of outstanding, individual, or unusual features