The Tag Game!

Okay! So this is going to be fun! This is the first time I am participating in something like this and I am pretty excited about it! 

Thanks to,Mehul Singla an extremely amiable person and one of my favourite bloggers, for nominating me. Do visit his blog, I am sure you won’t be disappointed.

Here is the link to his blog:

Following are the rules:

  1. Thank the person who nominated you.
  2. Answer to their 11 questions.
  3. Tag at least 11 people.
  4. Give them 11 questions to answer.

So my questions and answers are:

What is your favourite colour?

My favourite colour is black.

Name the book you are currently reading or have lately read.

I am currently reading ‘One Half from the east’ by Nadia Hashimi.

Describe some features of your future house.

My future house would definitely be near to the sea..with huge glass doors and windows having white lacy curtains…a large garden along with a swinging chair …a fancy cabana at the roof and most importantly a library containing all my favourite books.

Why did you start blogging?

I started blogging to overcome boredom during my vacations.

Favourite quote?

‘I am a great believer in luck,and I find the harder I work, the more I have it.’

How would you describe yourself in one word?


What do you dislike the most about humans?

That they are never satisfied,even if they achieve a goal or get something they wanted but they overthink and overworry. 

What is the one personality trait,you have,that makes you unique?

I am candid.What I feel is what I say but, without hurting others sentiments. That is what makes me unique.

If you could change anything in this world,what would it be?

I would eliminate ‘greed’ from the world.

Tiger or lion?


Movies or books?

Books, ofcourse.

My nominees are:

https://playingbymyownrules.wordpress. com

I am extremely sorry if I missed out anyone,feel free to participate.

My questions are:

  1. Ugly and live forever or look attractive and die in a year?
  2. If you could wake up tomorrow in the body of someone else,whome would you choose and what would you do?
  3. What is life for you?
  4. If you could be any age for a week,what age would that be?
  5. What cheers you?
  6. If you could only keep five possesions,what would they be?
  7. What are your top three favourite books and why?
  8. What is your strongest personal quality?
  9. Which animal best represents you and why?
  10. If you could travel anywhere in the world,where would that be?
  11. If you could take only three items with you to a deserted island,what would they be?
  12. If you could bring one musician back from the dead, whome would you choose?
  13. What would you fight for,love or money?
  14. If you could time travel,where would you go,part or future and why.
  15. Would you rather be the jack of many trades or the master of one?
  16. If you could change one thing about yourself,what would that be?
  17. What is a ‘family’ for you?
  18. If you could bring one fictional character to life,who would that be?
  19. Who is your hero?
  20. If you could choose your last words ,what would they be?

Answer any 11 from the above mentioned questions.Do participate, I am sure it will be fun!

Thank you.


    Tiny Tale #15.

                                                                                  Different victims,                                     Different sufferings,                                 One common criminal;                                            ‘Water’                                                          The disastrous twins: Flood and Drought made their mother; water,hated worldwide.                                                              

    One night,under the open sky.

    As I sit under the twinkling stars, 

    With my arms folded,

     The gentle breeze blows and I look up at the sky,

    With infinite thoughts pouring into my mind.

    The moon,hiding behind the clouds;smiles at me

    And suddenly the shape of the moon changes,

    Slowly and slowly into a blurred figure of a young man, riding his horse.

    I sit there dumbstruck. Unable to figure out what was happening.

    With every advancing step,he swallows a thousand stars,

    As he nears,he brings with him the brightness and light of a zillion stars.

    He comes,

    Nearer and nearer… with the sharp light piercing  into my eyes.

    My eyes feel numb.

    Everything turns white, then red..then blue,…and what not


    I open my eyes, as I lay on the green grass of the yard.

    With the golden sunrays beautifying the scenery.

    I try to identify the horseback rider of my dream.

    ‘Dawn’, I whisper to myself. 

    Tiny Tale #11.

    The endless debate to determine who was stronger continued; 

    ‘I knit people together in a strong bond of affection’,said love.

    ‘I render this bond of affection into a molten string of annoyance’,exclaimed anger.

    ‘My presence can never let anger win and my absence can always defeat love’,someone interrupted.

    The heated arguement was repressed as trust walked in.

    The Christmas Gift.

     On the christmas night,the chillest of the winds blew as I walked past the street, my hands felt icy, my teeth chattering their own music, my heart dancing on its own tunes and my mind hoped that I reach home on time. Moreover I was eager to see the gifts Maa had got for me.

    The snow covered roads,the houses accessoried with shimmering lights,the humming sound of christmas carols; every single thing appeared to be coordinated with the other. Even the night seemed to be decorated beautifully by  the glittering stars and the gibbous moon. As I advanced towards the bridge, which is  usually calmer than the summer seas,was filled with the echoing sounds of laughter and giggles.And then I realised; how festivals can give a person a reason to smile,a reason to be happy. 

    As I reached the other end of the bridge, the appetizing odour of freshly baked plum cakes made me feel hungrier. Ignoring the urge to eat them, I continued walking,this time I walked faster.My house was about forty five minutes walk from the bridge,I looked for cabs but could not find any.

    After walking for a few more minutes,my foot felt extremely cold, I looked down to see what was wrong,to my surprise I noticed that I had stepped into a frozen puddle and my foot got stuck inside it.And then in my struggle to carefully take my foot out of it, I broke the zip of my newly bought,’CARTLON LONDON’ , brown, calf-length boots.After a lot of struggle,I finally managed to take my foot out of the freezing cold water.On doing so I felt as if it was the happiest moment of my life.But my happiness did not last long, as even before I could sense it, the snowfall began.The chillest snowfall of the year had begun,the violent winds made it impossible for me to walk.So I decided to run,in my attempt to run,the zipper that I had broken earlier, unzipped my booots. So there was no way that I could walk or run either.The strom was growing wilder and there was no way I could go home. I decided to seek help,but could not find any single person in the entire street.The street at the end of the bridge does not have many houses, you can not even find a lot of people there,so I lost all hopes that I could get any help.

    And then I came across a house,at first sight anyone would believe that no one lived there, as even on the Christmas night,  it had no decorations,no fairy lights,no Christmas trees,nothing. But the light coming from the windows indicated that people lived in that small house in the lone street.I decided of going in. I approached the door and knocked it thrice.’Does someone live here?’,I asked .There was no answer.Just as I turned back to head for some other place, a pair of wrinkled hands opened the door.’Merry Christmas’, I greeted the old lady.’Merry Christmas to you too’,she wished me back, without much enthusiasm.’Come in, the storm is growing wilder’,she  said politely .I stepped in and sat into a red velvet sofa,next to the entrance. The lady sat beside me in chair that was kept next to the sofa. Though small, but the house was beautiful.’I actually need some help’,I said hesitantly.’I live nearby,I have broken the zip of my shoe…’, I continued. She handed me a cup of hot chocolate and some cookies. Though I never liked hot chocolate much, but that night, I loved the hot chocolate or whatever she have me.Sipping from my cup, I said,’ And then this storm started..I need to go home’. She looked at me from under her specs and smiled.’ ‘That’s okay dear,I think I have a pair of snow shoes that would fit you perfectly,and an umbrella…don’t worry you’ll reach home safe and soon’she said. I thanked her for being so kind.As she stood up to arrange the things for me, I gulped in the cookies and the hot chocolate together.’Do you live here alone?’I asked breaking the silence.She nodded.’What about your family?’ my series of questions continued.’Try them’,she handed me a pair of boots and said.’They fit me well,thank you’,I said.’Can I ask you something if you don’t mind?’, I whispered.’Yes you may’,was her answer.’ All houses in the city are decorated for Christmas, everyone is so excited,so delighted ;but I don’t see any sort of enthusiasm in you, I just wanted to know why’,I spoke without thinking anything.’Don’t you celebrate Christmas..don’t you celebrate happiness’, I asked curiously.’Have you ever seen people celebrate despair?’,she asked me.I stood there confused, how could Christmas be sad? I was puzzled until she continued.’You asked me about my family..remember?’ Her teary eyes made me regret having asked that.’ My only son, daughter in law and grandson lived abroad..every Christmas they used to visit grandson would be eight the coming year’,she spoke slowly but clearly.’That’s nice’,I said casually.’I used to eagerly wait to hear that Merry Christmas grandma from him..and the way he would pull my cheeks and giggle endlessly .’,she continued. ‘Are you sad because they did not visit you this time?…I am sure they must be stuck up somewhere…’,I told her in a consoling voice.’No,because I won’t be able to visit them the rest of my life’,I stood dumbstruck.’Three years back,on 25th of December,on there way here,their plane crashed..none of them could be saved’,she said,her voice shaking.I said nothing..rather could not think of anything to say.There was dead silence all around,until my phone rang.”Maa calling”,it flashed.’I think I should leave’,I said without wasting much time. She gave a blue umbrella and smiled,wiping of the tear from her left eye.’Ah! blue,that’s my favourite colour..but when should I return the umbrella and the boots to you?’, I asked. ‘Keep them as Christmas presents!’,she told me.’Thank you so much..not just for the gifts but also for being so kind and helpful’, I smiled.She smiled back.’I wish I could give you a gift too’,I said and turned back and headed towards the door. Secretly I so wished to bring a smile on her face, but I kept walking towards the door.Then an idea struck me.I turned back and walked towards her.She looked at me,knitting her brows.I went near her and did something she never expected.I pulled her cheeks with my hands and gleed.’Merry Christmas grandma’,I said cheerfully,wiping off her tears.’There’s no better gift than this you could give me’she said.More than her words,her expressions conveyed her delight to have heard that.I left.

    That one Christmas night taught me many important leasons of life.Perhaps,it’s not the festivals that matter but only the people you celebrate them with make it joyous.And it’s not the presents that make people happy but the feelings they are given with is all what matters.That night taught me that no materialistic thing can beat the power of love and affection.That one Christmas night changed my entire perspective towards life.