I want to apologize for my non-participation for the past two weeks. There were some pressing matters that gobbled up my time. Also my husband and I had an unexpected outing together for 6 days. So was not able to participate. Its the reason why I may not have replied to people’s comments or posts. This week’s offering is an excerpt from the book THE HIDING PLACE, which is about Corrie Ten Boom & her family. They were active resistance workers in Holland during the II World War. This picture reminded me of the last few paras of her book!

—I was opening my mouth to say that I had no professional training in such things, when his next words silenced me.
“We’ve located a place for the work,” he said. “It was a former concentration camp that’s just been released by the government.”
We drove to Darmstadt to look over the camp. Rolls of rusting barbed wire still surrounded it. I walked slowly up a cinder path between drab gray barracks. I pushed open a creaking door; I stepped between rows of metal cots.
 “Window boxes, “ I said. “We’ll have them at every window. The barbed wire must come down, of course, and then we’ll need paint.
Green paint. Bright yellow-green, the color of things coming up new in the spring. . . .”

*Friday Fictioneers is a 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 © Peter Abbey



*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 ©Jan Wayne Fields. The picture brought one word to my mind – FREEDOM! I give here a bit of Indian history!

The primary school at Ratnagiri, the teacher enters the class after the interval. Groundnut shells scattered in the classroom.

“Who scattered the groundnut shells like this?”

“Speak, who ate the groundnuts?”

Teacher decides to punish the entire class and starts to give each boy two cuts with his cane. Bal’s turn. He does not hold out his hand.

“I did not eat the groundnuts. So I will not receive the cuts.”

“Then who ate the groundnuts?”

“It is said that carrying tales is bad. So I won’t tell.”

Even at that young age it was Tilak’s nature to protest against injustice.

*Swaraj means national or local self-government in India

Bal Gangadhar Tilak, considered the Father of Indian National Movement, founded of the “Deccan Education Society” to impart quality education to India’s youth. He was a member of the Municipal Council of Pune, Bombay Legislature, an elected ‘Fellow’ of the Bombay University.

Tilak formed Home Rule League in 1916 to attain the goal of Swaraj.
A multifaceted personality, he was a social reformer, freedom fighter, national leader, and a scholar of Indian history, sanskrit, hinduism, mathematics and astronomy.
Popularly called Lokmanya (Beloved of the people), his slogan “Swaraj is my birthright and I shall have it” inspired millions of Indians in the fight for freedom.
‘Swadeshi, Swaraj (self-rule), Boycott and National Education’- these were the sacred words preached by Tilak. And the people made weapons of these words.
Galvanizing people’s love of their country was itself a revolution brought about by Tilak.



*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 © Piya Singh!


Tara kept turning around, trying to see it as long as she could.

Karl looked at her quizzically. He couldn’t fathom her interest.

The area was dotted with such places. He had seen them all his life.

He knew the story inside – cramped quarters, smoky cooking place, eked out living, yearning for something better…

He had run from it all!

He hadn’t seen the simple beauty, the rustic charm, the home!

Maybe he had exchanged the picture perfect for the perfect picture!

Now it was he who took another look.

The bend in the road hid it from sight.









“Hurry, its just over this, on the other side”, I excitedly hurried my family.

Reaching the top, we looked down, panting, on a scene of decay.

Dumbfounded, I gazed on a place I had treasured long. My family averted their eyes, trying to hide their pity.

I had been so eager to share this with them, my past. I looked at the place again, tears blinding my eyes.

My husband gently hugged me, as my children trickled slowly back down.

Sometimes somethings may need to remain in the past, but as memories in the present,  he murmured.

*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.




Why Older Leaders Fight Change.

This article points to research that older leaders and employees didn’t resist change because they have invested in old ones and not in the new, but because they think that the answer to every problem is to continue doing what they’ve always done.  So it’s not always pride, over-confidence, or resistance leaders exhibit but may be the DNA built into our systems. The study confirms that as we grow older, we tend to rely on past experience to get us through new challenges. It also points out that if we are not ready to change gears, look at the problem in new directions, and be open to alternatives, we would just sit around our laurels, remind ourselves of how great we used to be, and like the mice in the study, slowly starve to death.

For some time now I have been mulling on this:  Generation gap exists not because the young are growing but because the old are not evolving with them!

Change is inevitable in life and unless we, both young and old, accommodate, incorporate and adapt, will find ourselves sitting on the curb while life passes by us. We will be just spectators, not participators!

Its common accepted norm that as old people grow their bones stiffen & so does their attitude and their ideas. Everything about them gets atrophied because of lack of exercise. It may be true of our physique but that need not be the case with our heart snd mind. In fact, it shouldn’t be so!

The older one grows the more flexible one should become. Life has taught us and filled us with enough experience to flow with the tide, run with the flow and move with the stream. We know how to weather the storms, ride the waves and navigate the rapids. We could be such as a backbone and asset to the generation that follows.

Sure the young are often insensitive but can’t say that the old are any better. However, the onus is on the seniors who should be more mature and better at life.

After all, the characteristics of gold that makes it a prized precious metal is that it is malleable & ductile – flexible to be made into any shape.


Pic courtesy  The Hindu newspaper