A Departed Soul

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I am a soul. I have seen the world. I have seen life and death. I have seen a child being born. I have seen an old man dying and a young child dying. I have seen all seven continents. From the hunger in Ethiopia to obesity in Newyork. From the funeral in Japan to a Wedding in India. From the wars in Iraq to the peace in Iceland. I have seen it all. But it was not possible to achieve this if I had stuck in a single body. I moved from body to body possessing the owner, shutting down their soul and dominating myself. I would gain the love of a family, shelter and all the possible experiences. At times when I would get side tracked, the person would go missing and its family would have to face the loss. This would make me realize even more about the love they’ve had. I have seen people being cheated on by the one they’d call the love of their life, but for this I had to become body-less soul, a bonus I’d get only once in 24 hours and I’d utilize it only when I’d lock my temporary body in a room at night. I did all of it to learn where my life went wrong. Even though I knew there was no repairing possible, but I had to see what the problem was. Why did I, as a human being screwed everything? As soon as I was near any person, relationship or an opportunity, things would take an unexpected turn and life would become more difficult than before. Every time I’d convince myself that this is the last time, every time I’d think that this won’t happen again. But there came a time in my life when I learnt to say that this was my worse experience so far. I decided to end it when I ran out of my capacity for all the possible ‘So fars’, so I killed myself. I had a choice, either I could go on and have peace in death or I could stay in the world and go for an expedition with an exception of seeing my loved ones. I chose the latter. I had never seen the world, so I chose to use the eternity to do so, though alone, I could see where I went wrong. I have been seeing things being repeated for over 700 years now. The world changed, technologies evolved, science made advancements, even animals have an altered behavior, but human beings are the only consistent specie. They still kill for food, die of hunger and crave for love, yet when love finds them they push it away. They still blame God for every wrong thing happening in their lives. They cheat on their loved ones, give their empathies to wrong people and do not trust their instincts. My own family has long since passed away and I don’t even remember what they look like, but I remember how they loved me. I know they are at peace. I know that as always, I chose wrong. My mistake did not end with my life, like my human self, I craved to know too much and that ended me up alone. The irony is that I was looking for what I’d done wrong, I learnt that I was not the only one who made these mistakes in the world. The problem is the mistake I made after my life and I don’t even know how many others like me are making the same mistake.

I am Free

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Daily Prompt: Release Me

Tell us about the blog post you were most nervous to publish — and what it was like to set it free.

Photographers, artists, poets: show us FREE.

When it comes to blogging, I am more than confident, in fact over-confident. Why? because all my posts, except for the first few were written for this blog. That is why I love my blog because it nurtured my passion for writing.


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Daily Prompt: Secret of Success

What would it take for you to consider yourself a “successful blogger”? Is that something you strive for?


I will consider myself a successful blogger on the day my blog will be published on the freshly pressed. I really want my blog to make up to the level required by the freshly pressed and even though I have done my hundredth post and my blog is way more better than a year ago, it will be an ultimate success for me the day it is featured on the freshly pressed..


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imagesThis is officially my hundredth post, I have been writing since 22 December 2011, so its been 20 months of my blogging. Even though it is a long time to complete a hundred posts, but I wasn’t a much active blogger initially and it took me almost a year to discover the daily post, so after starting on the daily prompts, my writing speed and skills both flourished. When I had done my seventy posts, I was sure that it’ll be a month and I will be done with my 100 posts, but it was not that easy, why, because, after that day, it took me more than 2 months to complete because of my work load, and other stuff. Even though I had not started my blog with a target of a 100 posts it feels great that I have managed it and I also feel shocked about some of the things which I have actually written myself. 😀

The Reckless Me.

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Daily Prompt: The Full Moon

When the full moon happens, you turn into a person who’s the opposite of who you normally are. Describe this new you.full_moon_final_elfwood

I was doing my usual chores, minding my own business  and getting along with my routine work, I have quite forgotten that it’s the full moon night and its around 8:45, the time when the moon will shine to its full and will continue to gleam for the rest of the night. I wrench open the door of my cupboards,  grab a file containing my lectures, and walk over to the study table to do my assignment, When all of a sudden the moon came into view. A certain drift came over me and I dropped my pen without writing a single word of my assignment, threw my books away and decided to do it in the morning by copying from any friend, leaving my books exactly where they were and sprinted in the common, grabbed a glass, filled myself a chilling glass of a soft drink, grabbed a couch and the TV remote and started flicking off the channels, passing over from BBC world news, CNN and even my regular favourite, Style 360,I settled on a cricket match, without thinking a second about the time which was an appropriate one for me to watch routine serial. My younger sister came over and started asking if  have lost my mind, having watching the match but I did not respond, I felt too reckless to do so, she started the renewed shouts about my non-responsive mode but suddenly halted when she entered the room and saw my books hither and thither all over the place, again, I did not feel like responding, but when her voice came to a range to high for my tolerance, I told her to shut up and mind her own business, I don’t know what happened to her right at that moment but she dropped her head hopelessly, and went on to do some of her work. My younger brother stated calling my name from the next room to ask me for help with his homework, but my sister responded in a dull tone, “It’s full moon, don’t talk to her if you don’t want your head bitten off.” I was glad they did shut up and change the channel, and this time stopped at a music channel, which was playing one of the slowest song these days, what made me like it after all this hyper mood, I did not know, but after that one song, I switched off the TV and picked up my cell phone instead to play a game or two, but a lot of my friends had texted in asking about the assignment we had to submit the other day, but I was not concerned and therefore, I texted them the same, they texted again to convince me that I must do it but I was not bothered and in the end I stopped seeing their texts in the end, when y sister came to me remind me that I had to go to attend a friend’s wedding, and It was important for me to go, I did feel like getting out of the house, but had no inclination what so ever to dress up, so I changed into a dress which was reasonable but not festive, and was about to leave when my sister suddenly came again scolded me and asked me to change into something suitable when all of a sudden the door bell rang, she went to open the door and my mother and father came back. She was saying something in hushed voices to my mother after which she came to my room and slapped me hard on my face. I felt like I had woken up from a deep slumber and I was taken aback by the fact that I had to submit the assignment the other day and also clean up the mess I have created, my sister went into a renewed rant about the things I had disturbed and I was murmuring my apologies knowing about the harms I had done, getting started quickly as to all what I had to do before the next day broke..!!

Learning to Learn.

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Daily Prompt: Teachable Moment

You have to learn a new skill. Do you prefer to read about it, watch someone else do it, hear someone describe it, or try it yourself?

You have to learn a new skill. Do you prefer to read about it, watch someone else do it, hear someone describe it, or try it yourself?
The question is, yet again about learning a skill. The answer simply is that it depends on the skill itself, swimming was one thing I started to learn as a child from my father, he gave me the demonstration, explained how to do it and also asked me to give it a shot in the pool but nothing made me learn that thing even after months and months of practice, though I didn’t read anything about it at that time and I am not even sure if it would have been an interesting read. 😉Young Girl Swimming with Water Wings
Moving on to the skill of my major subject it is something that I can only learn after all the above given methods have been properly implied, but in a different order, first description, second reading, third demonstration and the last one is to do it myself.
But learning also depends on how good the teacher is and how much interest I have in the subject, because I never learned to stitch even after a lot of practice, nor was I able to learn to swim, not that I care much about stitching though.. 😀


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Daily Prompt: Apply Yourself

Describe your last attempt to learn something that did not come easily to you.


My last attempt to learn something was at trying to learn how to patch those buttons up which have either broken or went throughsomething which separated them from my beloved clothes, and my failing attempts to sew my those clothes which have been torn inone way or another. I am extremely lousy with “THREADS AND NEEDLES”, I just cannot get the hang of stitches and sewing. On one such occasion I had to get the sleeve of my shirt repaired which had torn due to improper stitching by my tailor, as I had no other choice than to do it myself, I got started on it and ended up crying and mentally preparing myself to lose that dress forever, but thanks to my mom who helped in that troubled time and just did that shirt for me. Apart from this stitching attempt, last time I remember I had brought a dress which had button holes on it but no buttons attached. As it was from a whole-sale market I simply had no margin to complain and yet again I had to make attempts either to convince my sister to do that for me or getting it done by myself. My sister is great with this stuff and she generally takes interest in this stuff, but I guess that was the time for me to learn something and therefore I had no choice but to do that work all by myself. 8 buttons, yes all 8 buttons stitched by my hands and the end result consisted of :

1. Buttons on my dress.

2. My fingers all punctured..!!

Room of Requirement..

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Daily Prompt: Clean Slate

Explore the room you’re in as if you’re seeing it for the first time. Pretend you know nothing. What do you see? Who is the person who lives there?

The room I am sitting in right now is my own which  I share with my siblings, but to write on the topic given by daily prompt, I try to look at it from an outsiders point of view..

roomIt is an average sized room, a large space is occupied by the bed, taking a closer look on the bed i find out that the one side of the bed has two drawers, and the other contains one big drawer equal to the length of the entire bed, to the left of the bed is a door, which might be the bathroom, next to which is the new year calendar and a dressing table, followed by a curtain which will cover the door of the balcony when used. A bag is resting against the wall in front of the bed.. To the right of the bed are two cupboards, with four doors, each door have a key having a different key chain, which look like they have been selected by children of round 12 year of age.. A small side table is also kept next to the cupboards which is followed by the door of the room to the common.. On the side table resides a cell phone which is around a year or two out of fashion.. The room is tidy in its look, apart from the bed spread which is clean but not straightened and it seems that the residents of the room are constantly sitting on it, a t-shirt is also thrown on a movable chair which is placed next to the bed..  The room is complete if I see it as someone who has never seen it before, even though I myself have a lot to complain about, i do realize after writing this post that I have been blessed with more than I can ask for.. 🙂