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Shock and dread rendered me wordless... 

Spotted the charred remains of car around the corner at a busy cross road at Mulund (W), Mumbai. Learnt that the car caught fire while waiting at the signal. Thankfully, the lady driving the car, escaped unscathed. 

Lucky her!

----- By MocktailMommy Anagha


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Crossroads



It was her last day in Mumbai. After landing a plum post at a designer label in Paris, she was all set to start a fresh chapter of her life.

He was waiting for her at their usual hangout. But today it was different. She was no longer his employee and he was no longer her boss. All the formalities were struck out.

They had been the best of friends for the last ten years. All of a sudden, he felt as if his world was turning topsy turvy.

She reached for his hand, held it firmly and said, "Dont look so sad...You never know, I might change my mind!!"

He held her hand in return. "I love you, Tanya. Have felt this way for long but never had the guts to confess.... Is that good enough for you to change your mind?"

SHE FOUND HERSELF AT CROSSROADS AGAIN....

                                     ---------- By MocktailMommy Prasanna

Word Count : 150

                                    Linking this post to #FridayFotoFiction by Tina and Mayuri



Last Seen At The Terminal

Its been her dream to occupy that coveted corner cabin. It had the best view of the open skies. The very skies that fascinated her since childhood. Looking up, darting her eyes towards the starry deep blue skies, she always had thought of being one amongst them. How wonderful it would be to float in the crowd of the galaxies, she had wondered, all thorough out the days of growing up. Utter silence, floating in anonymity… aha what a solace! Solace that she was searching for since childhood.



“She is a star material”, most of the teachers had opined about her while growing up. May it be academics, extracurricular activities or sports, there was not a single corner of the life that she had not sparkled with her achievements and participation.

Following her passion, she took up Astro-Physics and was soon selected as the research scientist at world renowned Space Center, post her masters. Aided by out of box thinking and hard work, a rare combination one would note, she managed to acquire the position of the Team Lead soon. A Team Lead at Extra-galactic Explorations division, at an early stage of life, was no mean feat! 

She was happy. Not for the perks that fetched the promotion, but for two distinct reasons. One was getting the corner cabin, that was pretty isolated. Here she could carry out her trials without any disturbance, she had thought well in advance. And second, she would now be able to lay her hands on reserved resources of the space center.  She now was so near to realize her dream, she had thought. Just one more milestone and she was done!

Soon, her cabin turned into a miniature R & D lab. She was found most of the time experimenting with the light sources and gauging devices. Tweaking various algorithms and programs was another thing that she was busy indulging at her terminal.  At times, the fire alarm went off courtesy her failed experiments. Occasionally thin sheet of smoke and burnt smell enveloped the entire top floor owing busting of circuits and the gadgets. The in house fire and safety department also got used to it. Her sheepish grin was enough to melt away the cobweb of lines on the forehead of the Safety Chief!  The notice board in her cabin was half filled with the clipped "Show cause" notices, though!

On hearing the loud bang and then the subsequent fire alarm, one fine day, no one was startled. However as a part of the duty, the Safety Chief brought himself to her cabin. A thick layer of smoke covered every inch of the cabin. Coughing and adjusting his eye sight, he called out…

“So what’s the celebration this time around, Ms Asta! Found a new supernova, eh?”

His question was lost in the smoke. Sensing something ominous, he reached out to his walky-talky. A waft of air whispered in deep tone…

“Don’t worry mister, this was the last”

Before he could pull it out, he felt a gentle breeze passing by and the smoke was cleared, as if something had vacuumed it. Not a trace of it was left behind.

The charred remains of the terminal, innumerable wires and circuits and a revolving chair greeted him. And then where was she? There were no human remains to be seen. As the support staff banged into the cabin, they saw their chief standing in the centre of the cabin, dumbfounded! The silence was broken by the fluttering of the pages coming from the diary at the corner of the table. He walked towards it almost hypnotized and held the diary in his shaking hands.

“Tomorrow, I will be one amongst them. I will be in the company of  many orphans, just like me, my clan… Yes, these stars and galaxies are orphans. No one mocks them for being abandoned at birth. Isn't it cool that they are not bothered about their origins! I am Asta, the star, and will remain one forever.”

The dairy fell off the chief’s hand as it stopped echoing  the words.

Umpteen server dumps from Ms Asta’s account later, confirmed that she was working on tele-porting ! "A bright star is spotted from the M42 nebula", announced the official statement from the Space Agency…


The case of mysterious disappearance of Ms Asta was marked unresolved and yet closed with the statement of the Safety Chief…

“Last seen at the terminal”

 -----By MocktailMommy Anagha

*Asta- Name with a Greek origin, meaning "a Star"
*M42 nebula is 20 light years across earth and can be seen with naked eyes in the night sky. It is the nearest nebula from earth.
* All pictures courtesy Pixabay
  


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Migratory Wings


Looking out of the plane's window, the vast expanse of the blue skies came greeting me. The loneliness of the skies was dotted with the fragmented and scattered white clouds. Just like the wandering threads of thoughts in my mind! Or may be it was simply mirroring my mind! 

The plane had taken off the Mumbai air space and was heading towards UAE. To give me company this time was my kiddo and many random thoughts!

He never thought even once, I reiterated this sentence. Probably this was the anthem for me in those days. My better half had decided to take a leap and go beyond the boundaries to better his resume. I was left with the choice, join me or otherwise, no issues!


I had my high flying career and family life at war heads, courtesy his decision. Reluctantly and after giving a considerable thought, I took the decision to join him. It took me almost six months to take this step.  So here I was on board with my son flying off to Sharjah. From take off till landing at Sharjah, I was cursing my decision. But I could no way reverse the clock now…

Things do settle down in life. One needs patience to see the dust settling. And it did. Life was back on track in less than six months.

Courtesy my son, I soon had many new friends. Mothers of his friends, were my new bunch of friends too. Coming from an orthodox background, accepting the friends from different faiths and countries was little difficult. But being alone and lacking the support of the extended family in the foreign land were good enough the reasons to cling to this bunch!

My first two friends in Sharjah were a Lebanese mother of twins and Syrian  grandmother. They both did not know anything other than Arabic and French and I was helpless beyond English. Kids then turned our interpreters! Beyond the barrier of the language, lived and thrived our friendship. I woke up to the reality that no matter what country you belong to, no matter where you pray, no matter whether you are a vegetarian or otherwise, the concerns of a mother remain the same... her brood, her family! Sick kid worries every mother alike irrespective of the language she speaks. And one more surprising discovery was our common concern… Getting a good maid!

Celebrating Eid and Christmas along with the Diwali became the norm of the year for us. Thanks to friends from every state of India, we learnt about Baisakhi, Onam, Vishu, Karava Chauth and many such. Feasting on Kadhi Pakoda Chawal on Baisakhi was enjoyed with same fervor as having scrumptious Sadhya on banana leaf on Onam. I learnt a lot of Punjabi and South Indian cuisine too! My gurus were none other than my friends, who not only taught me to cook but also pampered me with their delectable preparations!

My vision broadened and so did my identity. I started identifying myself as an Indian rather than anything else. Over these years I learnt that relationship need not only be sealed by birth or blood. Strong and lasting kinship can also be built gradually over mutual trust beyond blood relations.

Seven years stint at Sharjah made me a content and tolerant person, compassionate and accommodating  as well than my earlier avatar! 

It was a blessing in disguise, I now contemplate. Migratory wings have ushered new colourful horizons in our lives. Happiness doesn’t has just one address, isn’t it?

-----By MocktailMommy Anagha

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.



Arrival


School mates then… life partners now!  Coming from different faiths, but harbouring same feeling helped us sail well. Was it easy?’ Varun mused. Of course not but with Valeria by side, I can handle anything!

His thoughts were aptly listening to self.

Migrating to Australia, we have left the scrutinizing eyes back at the borders. However, something is amiss now a days. She is not so much into me. Why otherwise, Val, would like to meet me here, at the cafĂ©, halfway through the day?

Tap on the shoulders brought Varun back to present. Here was Val. She was glowing. Settling in the opposite chair, she pressed his hand.

“Someone has arrived in my life, Varun”

Varun was shocked. His face turned purple, mouth went dry.

“Why are you wearing this look? What’s on your mind? Graduate up to be a “Papa” now! Is this not what we longed for?”



------By MocktailMommy Anagha
Word Count: 150 words
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