WHY ME?

Looking over to her sister, she sighed.

Why God, the neglect? Why the difference?

We were conceived together, birthed together and grew together. 

Am I not of worth?

Is it because I am not flashy or pushy? 

I remind myself “They also serve those who stand wait”.

The still small whisper, “I can trust you to wait.”

AN EASY PREY

MAR17TH

Nathan watched them all searching for him, frantically.

Serves them right, he thought smugly. Did they think that he was an easy prey? He would show them.

Sensing a presence, he turned around.

Hi there. Aren’t you a smart guy to hide out here?

Nathan shrugged nonchalantly, turning back to watch them again.

Would you like to come back there, where it is even more safe?

Without replying, Nathan popped his head from behind the wheel.

There he is, they all shouted. You win!

Didn’t I tell you I would?

Gleefully he ran towards them, no longer an easy prey.

*Friday Fictioneers is talented group of enthusiasts penning down a story, a poem, a prose, etc.,  expressing their heart about a photo prompt, every week. Thanks for this week’s beautiful photo prompt © Jennifer Pendergast

BUGGED

MAR10TH

Dolon peered over the edge, antennae quivering in the wind of many murmurings.

“We can’t allow her to do this? How dare she marry that, that, that..

“That outcast! How dare he presume to touch her!”

“Calm down. Don’t react openly. We can rectify this.”

“Yes. Let’s agree now. We will invite him home. Then…”

“Shhhh! Even walls can have ears.”

Cautioning each other, they moved on, falsity plastered on their faces.

“We agree. Let’s do what you say. We are willing.”

They rose, with smiling miens and departed.

Dolon fluttered away. He had heard enough.

His intelligence would help prevent.

*Friday Fictioneers is talented group of enthusiasts penning down a story, a poem, a prose, etc., expressing their heart about a photo prompt, every week. Thanks for this week’s beautiful photo prompt  © Shaktiki Sharma

*Dolon is a Latin American name meaning a trojan spy!

 

DAYDREAMS

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There is nothing better that I like to do, than lie down flat on my back and watch the clouds from a grassy plot.

The sun is playing peek-a-boo, enough for me to conjure pictures in the air.

I see a valley there, a mountain here, some sheep that side, a village this side – all that I can’t get where I am now.

Oh, look at the rays emanating from behind those clouds; they cause a shadow on the trees and a shade below.

Is God trying to catch my attention with a display of his wondrous splendor?

I wonder.

*Friday Fictioneers is talented group of enthusiasts penning down a story, a poem, a prose, etc., expressing their heart about a photo prompt, every week. Thanks for this week’s beautiful photo prompt © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, our motivator!

RECIPE FOR SUCCESS 

Made pancakes this morning for breakfast and Chettinad vatha kuzhlambu, from scratch.

I am not proficient in either of these and so followed the step-by-step method given on the internet. Thank God for Google!

The most important instruction that was given for the pancakes was: YOU MUST FOLLOW THE RECIPE EXACTLY TO GET FLUFFY, TASTY PANCAKES!

Thus got me thinking and yes, mulling!

When it comes to technical processes, management steps, chemical formulae, manual instructions and cooking recipes, we are masters in following them exactly and intrinsically to achieve great results. Good for us!

However, when it comes to following rhe Good Book, as the Bible is known, we dither and mutter, we dilly and dally, we argue and compromise, we tweak a little here and cheat a little there and then except results!

When we fail, we blame the Master Architect of the WHOLE  UNIVERSE and take Him to task for our woes! Nothing anywhere goes wrong with the natural world and everything goes like clockwork, unless we have intervened and messed it up in some way somewhere.

Funny, isn’t it? Tragic too, for instead of running to Him to help, we run away from Him who can actually fix it all and set it!

ITS LIKE TELLING THE MASTERCHEF THAT HE OR HIS RECIPE IS WRONG, WHEN ITS OUR FAULTY IMPLEMENTATION THAT IS THE ROOT CAUSE!

*Btw, the pictures are from the internet and not my creations. I was too busy following instructions to take pictures!

A BIT OF HEAVEN

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Neeta missed it all

The open spaces of her village, the trees that swayed with the slightest breeze, the golden wheat and yellow dal fields, the freedom of being able to roam like an unfettered bird, the smell of flowers in the wind, the lowing of the cattle grazing placidly, the camaraderie of the village well, the song and the music.

She did love living in Delhi, loved her husband and was proud of his work. She loved the lights of the city, the eating places, the malls, the shopping markets, even the constant noise of traffic.

But how to survive in a concrete jungle?

She created a garden.

*Friday Fictioneers is talented group of enthusiasts penning down a story, a poem, a prose, etc., expressing their heart about a photo prompt, every week. Thanks for this week’s beautiful photo prompt ©Roger Bultot

THE TEMPORAL VS THE ETERNAL

The temptation of many gifted religious leaders is to aim & work for temporal success, kingdom of their own here and now. The present strong, almost exclusive emphasis upon the positive by some very successful religious entrepreneurs is an example. The writer fears that some of these men will have to see their work shattered and broken by failure & defeat if they are to share that “eternal glory” that Paul writes about. An unknown writer has voiced this viewpoint in the following lines:

While the voice of the world shouts its chorus,
     His paean for those who have won;
While the trumpet is sounding triumphant,
     And high to the breeze and the sun,
Glad banners are waving, hands clapping,
     And hurrying feet thronging
After the laurel-crowned victors,
    I stand on the field of defeat
In the shadow with those who are fallen and wounded and dying,
     And there chant a requiem low-
Place my hand on their pain-knitted brow,
     Breathe a prayer, hold a hand that is helpless,
And whisper, "They only the victory win,
    Who have fought the good fight,
And have vanquished the demon that tempts within".
     

The above is an excerpt from the book given below, a classic written 3 decades ago!

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