A life extraordinaire

A life extraordinaire

 

“This is your last chance, Myra,” thundered Magdalena.
No one in Neverland had ever seen Magdalena, the Fairy Queen lose her cool in last 600 years. But Myra brought out the worst in her. She had been training to be a wish fairy since the last 150 years but she was always messing up.

 

“Remember,” Magdalena continued,” you can grant three wishes to one human and this spell has to last for a year. Till that time you are to remain earthbound. In case you fail, you are going to be transformed into a butterfly fairy and that’s final.”

 

Myra nodded meekly and picking up her wand and the pouch of magic dust, took off in search of her quarry.

Harry sat at his ordinary dining table, eating an ordinary breakfast and looking forlorn. For the nth time in a week, he wished for an extraordinary life. Till recently he was quite satisfied, if not happy with his life. At 30, he held a good job at a small firm earning enough to live in comfort. He dated once in a while but did not have a steady girlfriend. Then, about ten days back, he happened to meet his friend George and the unrest started.

 
Now George had been a pudgy, pimply fellow with little brains and so to see him looking quite dashing with a sexy siren type of wife hanging on to his arm, while they walked towards their swanky Porsche was difficult to absorb. Then George invited him home and the sprawling, luxurious country house with golf course and swimming pools made Harry’s head swim. George was a businessman and hobnobbed with the jet set.

 
Since then, Harry had been moping, wishing for a hi-flying life. Sighing, he got up to get ready for work, totally unaware that Myra the intern, had landed at his window and decided to pick his brains at that moment. She smiled and said to herself,”Easy does it Myra! No goofing up-this is your last chance.” She concentrated, trying to remember the right spell and then flew inside Harry’s house. She pointed her wand at Harry and waved it, blowing some magic dust towards him.

 
Harry immediately felt very light and happy. That evening, he met a beautiful girl named Sara and could not believe his luck when she seemed interested in him too. They got talking and discovered that they had same likes and dreams. Promising to meet next day, they parted. Harry hardly slept that night.

 
Next morning he was taken aback to receive an email from a very reputed company, asking him to come for an interview. He believed that Sara was his good luck charm and went joyfully to give that interview. His new found confidence and positive demeanour got him the high paid job easily.

 
Soon Sara and Harry were inseparable. It turned out that her father was a very well placed politician and with his help, Harry was soon scaling new heights in his career. Six months down the road, he proposed to Sara and she accepted. The wedding took place with a lot of pomp and show.

 
Myra watched all this with gleeful anticipation. She was looking forward to completing her internship successfully and flying back home in six months time. Funnily, she was beginning to enjoy her life among humans-they fascinated her. Thus distracted, she forgot to sprinkle fairy dust on Harry one morning and everything started unravelling.

 
On his way to his newly acquired business Harry met with a minor accident. Thought he was at fault, seeing his new Bugatti damaged, he lost his temper and berated the driver of the other car, not noticing that it was the police chief. He was jailed for committing a public nuisance.

 
Myra flew in to rectify matters but though her intent was to resolve the issue, in her panic, she mixed the spells and this caused so much complication that Harry was not only refused bail but was imprisoned for 3 months.

 
Meanwhile, Myra lost her wand and this worsened matters. Sara started seeing another man and soon she eloped with him.
Harry returned a changed man. He came back to an empty home and was not really shocked to learn that he had been dismissed from his job. Looking back he pined for his old life. Myra was recalled to serve as butterfly fairy.

 

Through the clarity of retrospect, the obvious conclusion surfaced: things don’t always turn out as planned.

 

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This is my response to Speakeasy’s weekly prompt #154, which is to(a) write a piece in 750 words or less (mine is 750,including the title & the required quote) (b) with some kind of reference to the media prompt, a short film by Tanmay Shah, entitled Intent, and (c) use the last sentence of: “Through the clarity of retrospect, the obvious conclusion surfaced: things don’t always turn out as planned.”

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Evening shadows

Trifecta :Week 105

For the final challenge Trifecta  has left the choice to us writers.We are to give them exactly 33 of our best words.They want the words to bleed -definitely a tough challenge for us but then when has Trifecta  given us a challenge that has been easy? 😀 Feels really unreal writing for Trifecta  this final time but hope that someday,somewhere we meet again.Will miss the fabulous challenges and the dedicated Trifectans. All the best to everyone and here come my 33 words for what they are worth.

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Evening shadows

On the cobblestones of life

forgotten laughter

ebullient-

gambols in concert

with tears,

silhouettes of past

play Chinese whispers

desires bubble

in

yesterday’s cauldron.

Unsaid words

coagulate, asphyxiate

on bitter gall of regret.

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Walking away

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Walking away

Sophia looked at the retreating back of her lover and thought, how rigid his stance was-just like him.

Long after he had disappeared into the sandy horizon, she continued sitting there, looking at the Sunset over the dunes and reflected on love and life.

Their love life had been like these undulating dunes-ever changing and harsh on the travellers-him and her.

Her love for him was all encompassing, like the sea, carrying away all that was negative between them like flotsam. At times tidal waves of passion pulled at her heart and at others silent storms raged within. Just like the sea, her moods could change with deceptive ease but it was always he who caused those changes.

His love was beautiful but cold like the moon. No, she decided, it was more like the desert. She travelled through his heart, scorched and dying of thirst. Her life felt bleached of all colours and the oasis of love that she was looking for turned out to be only a mirage.

And finally, today after years of yearning and longing, it had all come to naught. He had walked away, unable to bear the burden of her love. What had he said? Oh, that he was not meant to be a family man- that love was not for him. The world beckoned and he had to leave.

She smiled ruefully, wiping at the tears that threatened to spill over. Well, she thought, time to tame the beast called love that had chained her heart for so many years- time she set herself free too.

She toyed with the sand, holding it in her fist and letting it fall free. She realized that while some grains fell off smoothly, a few still remained stuck to her fingers .She mused that painful memories were just like a fistful of sand –while one could let go of some easily, others would require more effort and time.

With that she smiled, stood up and started walking towards a new beginning…

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This was written for  Write on Edge using either the photo prompt above or the quote,”If you must speak ill of another, do not speak it, write it in the sand near the water’s edge.”~Napoleon Hill. I decided to go with the photo.Word count  337,including the title.For more details on the challenge,please click on this link-http://writeonedge.com/

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Writing Prompt: 2014, Week 6

Ligo Haibun -Mirror

Ligo Haibun Challenge: 08/11-14/11

The Līgo Haibun Challenge is hosted by Ye Pirate and Ese.

This week the the hosts have offered us two word prompts -“Mirror” and “Faery” and we have to choose one.My choice is Mirror.

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As I journey on in this life, I catch myself looking back more often than before. The rear-view mirror of my soul reflects so much I have learnt, enjoyed, lost and shed tears on that I find it difficult to take my eyes off it. The more I age, the more my eyes stray to it ,reflecting back images that somehow look larger than life-closer than the present, clearer than what I can see –in my future.

This quirkiness of mine made me introspect, wondering if it is a natural corollary of ageing or is it just nostalgia hitting this spring chicken-you know old wine being displayed in a new bottle? After all packaging is important for a successful sale! Maybe, my heart yearns to be young again-well, the body too, ha! ha!

Childhood has a fragrant innocence that we remember only wisps of –too ephemeral to be contained in our memory except as stray strands of grey hair that seem to appear overnight and startle us in the mornings. Youth, as we all know is fleet –footed and is gone even before we have fully realized it’s potential. To most of us youth is that glass of elusive elixir that we have just dared to take a sip or two from before it is snatched away from us, making us wish that we could have tasted some more!

Ah, but I digress. All this introspection brought home the point that the soul’s mirror just reflects what we want to see. I admit, travelling on the road of life, we need to look back at times ,for  it gives us an idea of our bearings, filling us with a sense of achievement or purpose to see how far we have come .  However, just like we cannot keep looking into the rear –view mirror of a vehicle while driving and have to focus our attention ahead on the road to avoid accidents and keep moving ahead, so in life we need to keep our  eyes on the here and now. We cannot forget that we need to take in the passing scenery and enjoy it too. Life is a journey –each phase unique-to be lived fully.

Wiping the dust off all the mirrors that make my soul, I am determined to make the best of this life with a spring in my step. So what if it is the autumn of my life? I believe that just like the spring and summer of my life were beautiful, the coming seasons will make me richer in experience too. Can you hear me laughing and saying, “Bring them on?”

 

Life mirrors longing

soul twists twirls -in nostalgia

lessons learnt, move on

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Love’s dream -A Haibun

Love’s dream 

 

My lover’s gaze kisses me and I blush. Longing fills my heart. My eyes wander searching for the truth. Inane banter takes meaningful form. Proud, I wear my love like a precious adornment. Time passes-a beautiful dream, flying on silvery wings. Love leaps, soaring, sparkling and drinking deeply from the spring of life.

Blind eyes fail to note that leaves have turned, dark clouds have converged. The seemingly warm cloak had been hiding the knife of treachery all the while. The poison of mistrust runs through my veins now. The weeds of indifference have overtaken the blossoms of love and I am dying a slow death under the veil of pretense.

 

Many hued pebbles

love, life lying threadbare

hopeless-a crushed rose

 

 

 

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