Different eyes, Different vision

 

   It’s quite fun to see people react to the pictures you take. Sometimes they see what you don’t. 

   I came across this plant one evening and snapped a picture because it was a pretty curve. A friend saw the picture and said  “Oohh.. A little green Eiffel Tower!!”

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The Versatile Blogger Award

First of all, I would like to thank Yuvi’s Buzz for nominating me for this beautiful award. This is a great amount of encouragement and motivation for newbie writers like me!

The Versatile Blogger Award features bloggers who love what they do and show their passion virtually.  As the web page about the Versatile Blogger Award says: Honour those bloggers who bring something special to your life whether everyday or only now and then.

Rules for the nominations:

  • Thank the person who nominated you.
  • Nominate up to 15 bloggers for this award and inform them.
  • Share seven facts about yourself.
  • Put the logo of Versatile Blogger in your post and display the rules also.  

Seven facts about myself

  1.  I love writing and hope to be a novelist soon.
  2. I love reading and once I start a book, I keep at it for so long that I sometimes forget a meal.
  3. I admire people who don’t give up on their dreams.
  4. I like to learn new things, and prefer the fun of learning it by myself.
  5. Sometimes I try and create new recipes while cooking. 
  6. I love photography, especially micro photography, pictures of flowers and sunrise or sunset.
  7. While I enjoy drawing, portraits excite me the most.

Now is the difficult part of this post. Nominating others for this award. I find it really hard to pick great bloggers because there are so many amazing ones out there. Anyway, here are some of my favorite ones.

Nominees:

  1. Yuvisbuzz 
  2. Bhavna
  3. Sketches by Nitesh 
  4. Gauri
  5. Vandana
  6. Sidharth 
  7. Shreya Vohra 
  8. Diana 
  9. Bisma Naveed
  10. Between the lines 

My Dear Darling (6)


Read the previous letters here:

My Dear Darling series 

Day 12
My Dear Darling,

     I hope you and the baby are doing well.  My days are quickly becoming torturous.  More than the atrocities I have done, one thing keeps me far from sleep. I killed a little boy. Not more than 5 of age, he was a skinny boy covered in dirt, defenseless and scared. He cried as his village burned in red flames, filled with screams of people burning alive.

      Men, women and children alike were dying before they knew what hit them. This little boy was running around, so scared and in pain, covered in blood, trying to find his mother. The next bomb ended his life in a scream. No evidence was left of his existence. 

     I am unable to find pleasure in any of my victories but the fact that I am still alive, and can get back to my family. The more I think about what I am doing, more doubts crowd my mind. I have come to resent all this so much that now, I think war is nothing but a dignified way of mass murdering; Nothing more than glorified savagery that covers ones hands in blood. Looking back, I have so much blood on mine that I can’t ever hope to wash off. How do I sleep anymore?
Yours,

Soldier in love. 

Image Source: Pixabay
Daily prompt: Dignify

My Dear Darling (5)

Read the previous letters here:

My Dear Darling series 

Day 7

My Dear Darling,

     I received your correspondence just now. What wonderful news you have given me! I cannot express in words my joy. I wish I was there with you when you found out about the pregnancy. Now I can only imagine your sweet blush when you tell me we are having a baby, such a pretty pink coloring your cheeks. 

    I wish this war would be over soon, even more so, now that I know my little family is growing. Hopefully, with blessings from heaven, it will all end. After knowing such joy and longing, I cannot help but wish every man could return home to his family, friendly and enemy alike. 

    A person changes as he grows. I believe me wanting everyone to go back home is my own growth, for I used to be a man who believed war was glorious, horror and all. I used to love the adrenaline that runs through my veins as my heart beats synchronize with the battle drums. I used to think war is the only way for peace. But now I know true peace comes from the love that fills your heart, love for your own family.

     Tomorrow, I leave once again, to do my duty to my country. Tomorrow, I step back into the nightmare. But tonight, I am going to sleep with a smile on my lips, heart warm with love, thinking about the day I will hold our baby.

Yours,

Soldier in love.

Image Source: Pixabay 

Daily Prompt: Synchronize

My Dear Darling (4)

Read the previous letters here:

My Dear Darling series 

Day 6
My Dear Darling,

     There has been a change in our plan. Things are not going well and we have been forced to return to out post. The only solace I find in this is that I can write you sooner than I expected to. You might wonder why I am telling you details of our actions.  Do not worry, my dear. It is safe for me to write such vague informs that everyone already knows. 

     On our way back, we had to hunt some game for food. I killed a lovely deer.  We could not use our guns for a fear of being heard. So shooting it down was not an option. The amount of stealth and speed it required was tremendous. It was almost like a training exercise. It was grazing so peacefully, quite a sight to look at. I sneaked upon it from behind. I stabbed through it’s neck even before I landed from my leap. The thrill ran high in my blood, until I saw it’s thick red blood gushing from the deep wound. Very soon, I am going to kill people, just like I hunted this little animal down. Somehow, killing another person is wrong, while what I just did is right. 

     Memories of the people I murdered in the last war surged, draining me of all the excitement. My appetite was gone, as I sit  there with the deer wailing in pain, watching the steady flow of blood turn to a slow ooze, making a puddle around it. The stench of blood thickened the air, suffocating me with the memories of active battlefields. 

     Visions of such gore only led me to think about you, basking under the warm morning sun, singing in your sweet voice. The picture of you sitting on the green meadows, waiting with a smile and a basket of food, swimmed before my eyes. I long for those moments now every time I see food or when I am hungry. 

     I hope you are not worrying your health by keeping your thoughts on me too much that you refuse to take enough sustenance. Another cold night passes here, with remembered sound of your musical voice.
Yours,

Soldier in love. 

Image source: Pixabay 

Ooze

Forever loved (Weekly Photo Challenge)

We met when I was little 

I met a lot with many of your friends 

“ooh! Shiny!” I said

My little feet carrying me around 

Chasing you not to hurt

But to get closer

Years passed, concrete rose 

You disappeared, leaving me

In a colorless life, lonely. 

I waited and waited 

You just didn’t come

So here I am, moving into greens 

Finding you at last.

Welcome back, my friend!

Ooh, Shiny!