Open Sesame

a picture of a door
This week’s photo prompt is provided by pixabay.com.

Each door has two sides. It opens for one side while the other side does the opening. Whether the door is opened or not depends on if it’s locked or not, which in turn, depends on what the relationship is between the people on the two sides of the door.

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Presenting the Future to my Past

We all have our time machines, don’t we? Those that take us back are memories and those that carry us forward, are dreams.

― H.G. Wells 

If you had the opportunity to talk to your past self, might not seem like a good thing. All of us are immature at every point in life if you consider the subsequent points. For example, I am more mature now, than when I‌ was in school. I will be more mature tomorrow, as compared to today. Every day we learn new things, and along with it, gain perspective. This perspective gives us a better outlook into life and thus help us become a mature person. So if you get to read your diary from years ago, or scroll down the Facebook timeline it might prove very dangerous for your self-esteem. You are going to cringe at your immature self.

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Blew It Up

A picture of a balloon seller at a carnival
This week’s photo prompt is provided by pixabay.com

The balloon seller, walked down his usual paths, selling his wares, in his usual way:

Get these balloons for all the good children
And not for those, who break stuff and away run.
Come ye. Come all. Get these balloons from me
and gift it to your boys and girls who have a good story

And his usual way, unfortunately for the parents, was alongside schools and parks. On hearing his song, children would look at their parents for a judgement of behaviour. And in order to pacify them, the fathers and mothers would buy balloons for their children.

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A Twist to the Tale

A photograph of a grape vineyard
Grapevines photographed by Vanessa Rodriguez. Thank you Vanessa for our photo prompt!

The Foxes and the Grapevine

The quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog
and into the vineyard she hastily did jog.
She reached for the grapes that were held high
and when she couldn’t, it did sigh,
“Those grapes are sour – not for me to hog.”

Saying so she went her way
Searching for a different choice of prey.
But following her, came another fox
who entered by jumping across the gate’s locks
and sighting grapes – he entered the fray.

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Day 20: Bookmarked Memories

Today’s Prompt: Tell us the story of your most-prized possession.

Today’s twist: We extolled the virtues of brevity back on day five, but now, let’s jump to the other side of the spectrum and turn to long-form writing. Let’s celebrate the drawn-out, slowly cooked, wide-shot narrative.


Despite having a public playground on the street where I grew up, I could hardly be called an active kid. Or maybe I was never allowed to play as much as I was actively encouraged towards academics. Either way, I ended up reading a lot. Be it school textbooks or fun storybooks — I ended up reading a lot. It also helped that I studied in a school which had a good library, friendly librarians, and other kids with whom I could discuss books.

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Day 13: Faith Found (Part 2/3)

I’ve ripped off a few parts of this post from a lot of parts of the internet where I’ve seen people debating as such. Such content is definitely not mine – I’m simply borrowing those lines because they seem to fit. If you know who to credit, please do let me know below.

Today’s Prompt: write about finding something.

Today’s twist: if you wrote day four’s post as the first in a series, use this one as the second instalment — loosely defined.

Day Four: Lost in Thought (Part 1/3)
Day 16: Neither The Beginning Nor The Ending (Part 3/3)


“This book is trash,” cried the boy as he threw the book onto the floor.

Miraculously, a framed photograph of a deity fell on it. The book cushioned the fall and the glass remained unbroken.

“Why are these pictures still inside our home? Didn’t I ask you to throw them out yesterday?” bellowed the father looking up from the table where he was cutting vegetables, “I don’t believe in them anymore, not after…”

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Day 11: Memory Lane

Today’s Prompt: Where did you live when you were 12 years old?

Today’s twist: pay attention to your sentence lengths and use short, medium, and long sentences


I have had Photoshop lessons. And that introduced me to a feature called content-aware. This post seems to be a full-blown account of writing with awareness about the content and this is what goes through my mind when I read this. And I have a personal twirl on Today’s Prompt. An experience that I had when I was a 12-year-old nerdy kid. It was a competition for which I had been chosen to participate in. It was a national level competition and I had to travel to New Delhi (close to 2500KM or 1550 miles). The qualifying round was actually simple. The round involved a multiple choice question answer quiz about computers and such. The unexpected was getting selected. There were brainier kids in my class, not to count for the brainier classes nearby.

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Day Ten: Happy Times

Today’s Prompt: Tell us something about your favourite childhood meal.

Today’s twist: Tell the story in your own distinct voice.


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Day Four: Lost in Thought (Part 1/3)

Today’s Prompt: Write about a loss: something (or someone) that was part of your life, and isn’t any more.

Today’s twist: Make today’s post the first in a three-post series.


In No Sense of Innocence

I seriously don’t feel like writing now, but I’m going to get this done.
Anytime at all, for me, writing and creating will always be fun.

I wanna write about the loss of innocence
A feeling that we behave without an inner sense.

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Nostalgic Nuggets: Down the Memory Lane

I am leaving my school, where others can find
Memories of mine, which I leave behind.

I first came here at the age of three
An age when everyone is careless and free.

As my childhood days slowly flew,
My standard of studying also grew.

My friends and I had regular Monday morning blues,
We are now remorseful for wanting to avoid school.

Laughter caused by the jokes we cracked,
Class tests in which marks we lacked,
The playgrounds with cricket bats,
And stage plays in which we got to act,
Have all become completely abstract.

I used to think that the strict teachers were really bears,
But now I realise that they were the ones who really cared.

We used to run out at the stroke of the bell,
Running out thinking that we were escaping hell.

But now that all of us have become alumni,
We don’t have the heart to say goodbye.

They say that school is one’s second home,
It is with that thought that I finish my poem.