Dark Bitter But Not So Cool

The coffee mug and the round sun glasses, Aarav, the super star’s constant companions… Especially when it was a close encounter with media or fans.  Since past few months it had been a rage to own same.  

Many businesses thrived on his latest muse…  

Shooting at the exotic locales of New Zealand, Aarav had come across them, hinted the glossy magazine.  His romance with them seemed to have grown viral over the time!

His makeup man rose to fame too.  “Highest paid makeup man”, label was impressive.

Cat does come out of bag sooner or later…

In an inebriated state, the makeup man revealed the face behind, to the reporter. Aarav had suffered a major paralytic attack during his shoot at New Zealand. His left eye and the lower side of the left lip were adversely affected. After many unsuccessful cosmetic surgeries, he found the hide out, mug and the glasses!

Headline on Page 3 next day read… “Dark, Bitter But Not So Cool”

-----By MocktailMommy Anagha

Word Count: 164 words

Linking this post to Flash Fiction For Aspiring Writers 134th Challenge by Priceless Joy

This week's photo prompt is provided by shivamt25. Thank you shivamt25 for prompt!

Moxie

Chilly winds, frosting snows and bare me! 

Oh I am enjoying! 

Just few more days and the warmth of Sun shine will melt away all the gloom and then....

..... I will bloom!!!

----By MocktailMommy Anagha

Met this moxie, the bare tree, standing outside our hotel room at Chandanwadi, Sri Nagar, India. 

Linking this post to #WordlessWednesday

Wardrobe Makeover

Every new season is the reason for makeover of the wardrobe. 

Oh, I am not talking about myself. Neither I am referring to the wardrobes of fashionistas. Look around, and you can witness that Mother Nature also keeps changing her wardrobe from time to time. Come summer and she is decked up with all the hues of bright yellow, orange, red and woody browns. With rainy season it wears all shades of grey, black, some tinges of blue and glistening greens! Come autumn- winter, there is riot of colors. Festivities in this season add to its exuberance. 

Mother Nature is a quintessential fashionista, isn't she?

My town is highly influenced by whatever Mother Nature does. Come Navaratri and its almost bye bye to the monsoon grays and monsoon sales! The market area of my city comes alive and bubbly with Navartri Street Mela. 

Reaching the main market area is bit damper. Thanks to uncivilized ways of parking and driving, one needs a bit of patience to survive honking and shouting! But the colorful canopies give you a respite.  They appear as the curios hats, trying to check out who all are visiting today!

Walking is good for health you see... that's what I have learnt from venturing into this market area since last two years! This way I get to soak even better into the vibrancy of the place. 

A part of the main market road is closed for traffic during Navaratri. It is where the real action is! This stretch reminded of the ramp walk. The man made and the God made were displaying the latest of the season here...

I spotted this lady selling Chaniya Cholis, right at the beginning of the street. Looking at the display, I got some random thoughts. She can be an asset as a window display expert with any of the upmarket apparel brand!  

Wasn't she selling motley joys and not just the clothes, the philosophical me had wondered!

In contrast to this was the chaos of the colours. More than the chaos, it appeared riot to me! No, no, no...it was neither chaos nor riot, but it was the kaleidoscopic view! Mid day Sun had added to the glory of the colors.

Then there was a lady selling prismatic 'dandiyas'. The lure of the variety and colours was so tempting that I ended up buying three four pairs. I hope they will add variegated splash to my 'Garba dance' this year!

The dash of the red, orange and yellow of clothes was aesthetically contrasted with the fresh green, white and purple of the vegetables. Though an every day feature of the street, it appeared brighter this time to my eyes. Was is only the sight or my peppy mood that gave it a freshness, I don't know...

I spotted a lovely coincidental camouflage. Lady in green offering healthy greens! She complimented the picture with a smile...

And then, there were many other attractions too! Happy faces of buyers and sellers, florist with his aromatic and fresh flowers, earthen lamps seller, jewelry stalls, etc to name a few. 

Even after spending an hour and half, I was still not ready to go back. But call of the duties had to be attended to...couldn't snooze that! Leaving my heart somewhere behind, in the hustle and bustle of the market, I returned home. A visit to such a lovely and lively place is  delightfully inspiring for the writer bug in my mind!

In tune with nature, my town indeed was in the process of wardrobe makeover! 

--------By MocktailMommy Anagha

Linking this post to #MondayMusings by Corinne

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The Cycle And The C

Why do we spell the sea as "sea" and not just "c"? This was the question my son had asked once when he was a kindergartner. My extempore answer to it was, "This C is too small for the big sea!" And the giggles satisfied both the hearts! But tell me, why cant we spell sea as "c"? 

This "C" however has innumerable memories attached to it. 

Dwelling in Sharjah, at one point of time, Ajman Beach was nearest to us. We had spent a lot of week ends, Friday and Saturday, as we were in UAE, on this beach. The routine was pretty easy...Have a hearty brunch at Dwarka in Abu Shagara and head to Ajman beach. Frisbee, sand tools, cricket bat and ball used to be our staple companions. My son, aged 3 then, was so very scared of the waves lashing the shore that it took a while for us to get him accustomed. And once that initial phobia was done with, we had difficulty in pulling him out of the seas! Some moments of my life are still ingrained in those sands!!!

Sometimes, we used to travel to Fujairah. It is almost 100Kms from Sharajah.  I was told that it was nearest point to India, geographically! At times, feeling nostalgic, I used to wave my hand in the direction of India; conveying that I missed it much! The clear aquamarine blue green  water all throughout the year had its own charm. Though it was little rough compared to one at Ajman, it appeared like a macho man! Journey to Fujairah was also a wonderful sojourn. Friday Market en route to Fujairah was a must stop over...one on the pretext of taking the break from the long drive and another for browsing through locally produced fresh vegetables and fruits, pottery, carpets, nurseries, etc. 

Jumeirah Beach at Dubai was another marvel. Barbecue outings with friends and families was accompanied by the pull of crystal clear water here. The sea here was always calm. And no matter how deep I ventured into the water, I could always see my toes! The clear blue open skies and the vastness of the sea complimented each other. After so many years, I am yet to come to conclusion whether it was the company of the friends or was it the tranquility of water here that had lasting impression on me.

And it was here that my son learnt cycling. Cycling is and will always remian close to my heart. 

This romance dates back to my child-hood days. Growing up in a far off small town in northern Maharashtra, there was only one bicycle shop. It was strategically placed at a corner in the city center. The only brand that was sold was "Atlas". My elder bro and me, grew up spending considerable time in front of the shop, marveling at the beauties displayed there; whenver we went to the market place. As the town was small, so were the distances. And thus no bicycle for me or my brother, we were told.

However things changed when my brother was in 10th standard. He had to attend the tuition classes. In order to save time for self study, my brother was gifted a new bicycle. I felt so very envious of him that time. He used to walk like a King whenever he spotted me near his bicycle. I was prohibited from using it. It was his property. I could win a ride only at his mercy! 

One fine day, however, I had a chance of my life. 

That day Big B did not take the cycle to the tuition. It was standing in the porch and was calling out to me. Every one else was busy inside the house. I stealthily crept inside, grabbed the keys and here I was riding the cycle and enjoying my success! But it was short lived. The treacherous puddle landed me on the ground. In order to avoid it, I had veered straight into it! I miss those naive days!!!

Gone is that cycle and the "C" too... But the sparkling memories ride elegantly on the shores of my time line!

-----------By MocktailMommy Anagha

I dedicae this post to my lovely friends in Sharjah, Dubai and Abudhabi... Lekha, Twinkle, Hiranmayi, Tejas, Pratima, Bahavana, Aparna, Sneha, Almass, Sophia, Swati J, Swati P and Neena. 

And also to my Big B...Narayan!

Linking this post to #FridayReflections by Sanch Vee and Corinne

Walk A Mile In My Shoes

Ever since I was a child, I had been an introvert. Well, that's a thing of the past now. In the present, I doubt if you can find anyone as talkative as me!!! Something during my years as a medical student changed me. I cannot point to what exactly was the event that made me turn around. I would rather say it might have been a series of experiences.

I was brought up in a very protected environment till my 12th Standard. Most of the household work was done by my mother and I was seldom expected to help her out. We led very pampered lives all through, till one fine day it was decided that I am to move to another city for my further studies. 

I was panic-stricken....what would I do?? How would I manage everything all alone. I wasn't even used to folding my clothes on my own, leave alone washing them myself. Cooking was a distant dream....all I could do was boil water(even that, I was doubtful of doing without any disaster happening). 

I clearly remember the first day that I entered the small hostel room. It was scary.....all I felt like doing was turn around and run into the cozy arms of my mom, who had come to drop me. But then, she knew that I had to be on my own now. So after hurriedly setting my luggage in place, she bade goodbye. Tears started flowing down my cheeks.....I was no more in my comfort zone.

Thereafter, every small step felt like an obstacle. But somehow, destiny had good things in store for me. I was blessed with very caring & cooperative roommates. Slowly, but steadily I learned how to do daily chores. Cleaning my room, arranging my stuff neatly, washing clothes, cooking simple meals....all happened in due course. Most importantly, I learned how to manage my finances, how to speak up for myself. Finally, I had a done it......I WAS INDEPENDENT!!! 

It was a pleasant surprise for my parents when I returned home for my first vacation. It wasn't a very harrowing experience, but I am sure every person who leaves home for the first time, away from all the doting attention of parents, will relate to this.

So now, every time someone shares their worries about how their child will cope with hostel life, I say "Don't worry, they will do just fine!!" 

"It must have been easy for an extrovert like you" they retort..... to which I think in my mind "WALK A MILE IN MY SHOES!!!"

                                    ------ MocktailMommy Prasanna

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