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The Pied Piper, I Met

Have you ever met the Pied Pier? I have!

I recently bumped into one! He was not the one wearing that English coat or tie or the shiny polished shoes. Instead he wore an old but clean shirt and trouser. He had no boyish charm on his face. Rather the tan and the lines on his face talked of many tales. 

He was not form Hamelin... But that did not stop him to be qualified as the Pied Piper... He was a quintessential Pied Piper... 

It was an early afternoon. The rain Gods had finally given us some respite. The ever present sweat finally had gone...really? I am not sure though. The warmth of the day and the wetness of the atmosphere was just perfect! My mood was up-bit too! I had been postponing my visit to the market, off late. But not today, I thought. So here I was on the streets of the market. The place was hustling and bustling as ever... 

The familiar sights of stacked tomatoes in contrast with the green capsicums always had mesmerized me.  The cauliflower and cabbage, just like the twins, sat next to each other. Orange of the carrots was vying for the attention along with the marooned redness of the beet root! The fresh smell of the herbs enticed one and all! Aaha... I love vegetable market for the visual treat it offers! 

It was time to pick up the vegetables after I was fully drenched in the visual sight! Haggling over the price, I heard a tune. The notes were peculiar and I could make out that those were played on some wind instrument. The pull was so magnetic that I turned around in search of the sound. I searched the entire stretch of the road with my myopic eyes... but without any success! I dropped the bottle gourd and  began my search... as the tune was still in the air. I was captivated, hypnotized! This time I followed my ears... The hearing senses took the leader position. I just followed the leader! The leader did not disappoint me! The magical sound has finally led to its creator...

Here I was, standing next to the Pied Pier... 

I waited till he finished the tune. He was so engrossed in churning out the melody, that he had lost the track of the things happening around him. 

There was a tempo; goods were getting unloaded from it, right behind him. There were men and women who had encircled him. As the last note died in the air, the crowd around erupted in the round of applause. He was little bit startled! Then a faint smile appeared on his face. 

He was selling a "Peepani"... a wind instrument that can be made out of two pieces of paper or two leaves or two flat bamboo chip-lets. I remember having made some with the leaves when I was a kid. And my son had made it out of ice cream sticks as a part of his science project. While many gathered around him to buy the "Peepani", I wondered how this man can make a living out of selling a non essential stuff? How was he able to make both ends meet? I had many questions popping in my mind and ample time to spare as well. 

As the initial rush of the people buying Peepanis receded, I got the time to get close and personal with the Pied Piper. He was "Raju". He sold itsy-bitsy things to make up for the living. His shop was a mobile one, just like today... standing tall on his feet! More than anything else, he loved selling "Peepani". It was his passion for the music that led him to make and sell them. He found that he could dish out new and old songs with equal ease with this piper. And most important thing was that he loved what he was doing. He said it was "Izzat ki roti"...Bread by the sweat of brow and not by begging! 

This pied piper truly had a magical cast on me not because of the tune that he churned out but because of his uncomplicated take on life! 

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


Linking this post to #MondayMusings by Corinne of EverydayGyaan 



Catch That Lost The Match Of Life


Table Top was their favourite place. The Sunday morning dose of friendly match between two houses was a must for boys from Vidya Vardhini Boarding School. Nikhil and Chinappa, otherwise the best friends ever, fought like the adversaries on the field.

One Sunday changed everything forever. The match was about to be tied. It was the last ball of the match. Nikhil was at crease and Chinappa at the bowling end. Blowing fire, Chinnapa delivered a Yorker. Nikhil, quick on his feet, hit it for six. 

Chinappa shouted, “Mohan catch it.”

Mohan had his eye on the ball just like everyone. He started inching back. And before anyone could realise, he slid off the cliff… 
                    ...Never to be traced alive.


Nikhil and Chinappa, visit the Table Top, hand in hand, to pay tribute every year on the same day. 

         It was the catch that lost the match of life.

------By MocktailMommy Anagha
Word count: 148
Linking this post to #FridayFotoFiction hosted by Tina and Mayuri

Life Is A Box Of...


Life is a box of butterflies”, came a quick reply. It was from the most unexpected side of the table! The Man of the House was the first to respond.

We were sitting across the table and enjoying the dinner. As a usual practice, we engage in the discussion over a topic at this time of the day. These dinner time investments are a must for the overall health of my family. 

Tonight was no different from rest. Only thing that was distinct was the question being discussed! I thanked BlogAdda in the minds of my mind, the moment I saw the WOW prompt for this week. I was running out of the ideas to bring fresh topics to the table. And here was a golden ticket for an engaging discussion.  

Over the hot food, four of us were opening our hearts to one simple yet profound question… "Life is a box of…"

Reaching over to the glass of water, the Head of the House reflected, “Every second in my life is like a butterfly. They all have different colors and sizes. They are bright and catchy. Some are dark and little woody too! But I love them for their variety.” He soon was lost… as if all the butterflies had fluttered out of his box... to dance in front of his eyes, right here, right now!

The kiddo was very much eager to share. She was waiting for a chance. And the moment there was a silence, she jumped into the foray! “Life is a box of love. You know Mom, you love me, so does dad and so does Dada (elder brother). My friends love me and my teachers too! And I love you all. Where will I go without you all?” Twinkles in her eyes and the dimples on her cheeks made her answer so adorable! 

As I was exchanging the flying kiss with my kiddo, I heard the clearing of the throat. This chap’s voice is changing and right now its hoarse, to be honest. Can’t help it, part of growing stage!

Life is the box of assorted Belgian chocolates”, said the boy. “I am not copying my answer from Forest Gump”, he clarified. “Recently Prasanna aunty as well as Mr. Fabelio had presented us the Belgian delicacies. I am head over heels in love with them. Every other chocolate is a marvel. Life is like that for me… “Amazing”!

The Man of the house then turned to me and was gesturing at me to open up! I was lost in the sea of the thoughts by this time. Every answer felt like a new wave washing ashore and pleasing me with its sprinkles. Realizing that I am in the wonderland, he tapped on my hand.

Returning back to the dinner table, I said, “Life is a box of post cards with the stamps of gratitude. All post cards carry different images. Each one offers a different view and a different story. And most importantly, these post cards are there in my box of life, courtesy some or the other person and circumstances. Thanks to Almighty for a great variety!”

“So now we have to have four boxes, isn’t it Mom? Where to keep them?”, asked the honest voice.

The room was filled with laughter. I could feel the warmth of sunshine even at the dark hours of late evening! Another post card in my box of life...


-------By MocktailMommy Anagha
Picture courtesy Pixabay

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

Proud to be declared as the Top IndiBlogger Post!

Pillars of Strength



Their eyes met each other's after a long gap of several months...or was it years?? 

He didn't remember. 

Dave and Matt hadn't been speaking to each other for a while. But today, they stood beside each other, becoming pillars of strength, supporting each other through their loss.

As the coffin lowered into the grave, a tear rolled down Dave's eye. As if Matt had read his mind, he hugged Dave tight. All through her final days, Matt's mother had tried to unite him with his dad.Yesterday she had breathed her last. He could not forget her whispered words. 

It was Matt's turn now to fulfill her last wish.

So, after the funeral, he drove his dad down to the cliff overlooking the ocean. They had spent many of his childhood days together here. He held his hand as they walked, never to leave it, ever again!!!


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

Word Count - 148




                                      This post is part of #FridayFotoFiction jointly held by Tina and Mayuri.



The Potted Garden

After relocating to the country side, our next gate neighbor, Colonel James seemed to be a botanic. I admired his well-manicured garden.

I wished to enroll the services of his gardener.  So, here I was standing at the gate of his mystical garden. As I was about to enter, I heard a deep baritone, welcoming me.

After initial exchange of pleasantries, I inquired about his gardener. I could see the dance of the creases on Colonel’s forehead. Clearing his throat, he said, “I am the one!”

Surprise!

Reading my thoughts, Colonel led me inside and showed me five potted plants.

 “Meet my family. The yellow Sunflower, my wife. I was her Sun. The yellow-red marigold, my daughter. She brightens up my life! The white chrysanthemum, my mother. As divine as she used to be! The yellow chrysanthemum, my chap… always cheerful! And the last one, maroon chrysanthemum, my pup. She loved me selflessly”

I was puzzled.

“I lost them all to the earthquake”, echoed the baritone!

---By MocktailMommy Anagha
Word Count: 166

Linking this post to FFfAW Challenge #132


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