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The child in me has been happy so far this year. She not only got to see and experience snow for the first time, but also got to learn to live with it.

New experiences always make me happy, just like anyone else I am sure. It has been more than two months now and the snow still manages to make me smile.

A few weeks ago, during an evening walk, I clicked this photo. The lake is frozen and the friendly neighbourhood geese and duck are walking on the frozen lake! The weather , the view and the euphoria of it all fed the child in me well. Even the layered clothing and the extreme changes in weather so far this spring hasn’t deterred my love for the snow.

 

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Authentic

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True to the name that I have been given and true to the morals that have been instilled in me, I try to shine as bright and as happy as can be.

Jyothi means light. I was named after the famous Makara Jyothi. My maternal grandmother is the one who gifted me this name. She added her name along with it too. Jyothi Lakshmi. Lakshmi is the Hindu God of Wealth, Fortune and Prosperity.

What more can you gift your youngest grandchild? The reason a person is given a name is still a mystery to me. My kids were not named by me. But both their names have a meaning and a reason behind them. The love and the blessings of the person who chose that name for you will forever remain in your heart. The first identity you get in your life is by your name. Later your actions and of course your fate decides what you are identified by. Will the authenticity of your name be able to survive your life?

I make it a point to be pleasant with everyone. Even with those who have caused me pain. I may not be bringing happiness to anyone’s life, but at least I try not to bring sadness.  Some may even deserve the sadness. But that’s not for me to decide.

Authentic? Am I authentic? I am not sure. I try to be. I strive to be. But as fate has it, I might end up being just one among the many faceless, nameless identities that roam around without any spiritual aim.

If I am not, I intend to change it.

Written for the Daily Post Prompt : Authentic 

Prolific

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The image above is a close up of the image below. The image and icons above becomes the clouds in the sky below.

This is Karel Martens – Image and Icon at the Art Institute of Chicago.

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Masterpiece

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It wasn’t a very bright morning. The dullness of the weather outside resembled the gloom that prevailed inside her.

She sat at her desk and looked out of her hotel room window. Writing comes naturally to her, no that’s not the problem. She wasn’t worried about her publisher’s deadline. Master storyteller she was. At least that’s what her friends and relatives praised her for. She weaved imaginative stories of demons and witches. Her stories often followed a standard path of intro, event, revenge, and conclusion. The details found in her characterizations have often contributed to her story writing skills. The facial expressions, the viscousness, the anxiety, the pain, the horror and the final retributions. It all added a finesse to her storyline.

She knows she just needs to start writing and the faces and events from her dreams will come alive on her laptop screen. It will become a story for the world to read and enjoy. She knows those demons and witches are a figment of her imagination. Those gory details certainly were.

But only she knows that the storyline and the characters are all too familiar to her. She weaves a fine tale around them while reliving the agony of her nightmares. The insecurities, the anxiety, the horrors, the hidden emotions inside her. All out there for the world to read. Yet no one understands them. No one understands the cry for help.

She turns to her keyboard and starts typing. Praying with all her heart that this would be her last nightmare. Even if it meant that it would be her last masterpiece.

True Light

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On a gloomy day,
A hope awakens,
A sad sad moment,
Has been forsaken.

A morning bloom,
A shining dew,
On a happy note,
Hope’s anew.

Breathe with ease,
Have no fear,
Life is good,
Good times are near.

Thus heart’s desire ,
Shy, yet bright,
The love in me,
Shines like true light.

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It is a link up to Leo’s and Reema’s #WednesdayVerses.

Fading Smile

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Smile is like a sweet pain,
A game that sadness plays,
Reminds me of the days bygone,
And that there is more pain on the way.

As days, months and years go by,
A trial resurrects anew,
A smiling happy life today,
I will try my best to ensue.

A resolution is needed,
It’s a sad thing I know,
Keep smiling , keep sharing,
Happiness will grow.

No year has yet proven me wrong,
Hope this year gets it done,
When one smile leads to another,
And pains bother no one.

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I haven’t done this in a while. Here is the first creative product of 2018. It is a link up to Leo’s and Reema’s #WednesdayVerses.