tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62535506510514350822024-02-21T09:40:39.236-08:00AbracabadraA Blog that makes you PonderRuchira Khannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02785488638308126879noreply@blogger.comBlogger1026125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253550651051435082.post-8584807584016323742024-02-13T10:35:00.000-08:002024-02-13T10:35:11.585-08:00The Mask of Pretense We often seek happiness in external factors such as material objects, situations, and occasions. However, life is unpredictable, and not everything is in our control. It's best to avoid having expectations from anyone. This way, we can teach ourselves to find happiness in whatever we encounter. The power of pretending to be happy is extreme and can help us keep our pain at Ruchira Khannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02785488638308126879noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253550651051435082.post-52702401665489518332024-02-08T12:06:00.000-08:002024-02-08T12:06:26.032-08:00My DignityMenon saw his wife, Sarita, flipping the pillows on their bed and checking under the comforter, ruffled sheets, and behind the chest of drawers. He asked irritatingly, "What are you looking for? And why aren't you dressed?" Sarita whispered, "I'm looking for my dignity?" And she continued to search other rooms.With crossed eyebrows, Menon followed her and asked, "Is that a new Ruchira Khannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02785488638308126879noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253550651051435082.post-35455973694130615942024-01-24T07:10:00.000-08:002024-01-24T07:10:04.833-08:00Are You Coming Tonight? Sarla asked, "Hey! Are you coming tonight?" There was a slight pause on the other end. Sarla urged, "Oh! Come on, the pandemic is over. We all have to meet in person. Everyone is coming!" Macy sighed heavily before responding, "What's the point of meeting? We talk on the phone every day. I have nothing new to add." There was a lack of enthusiasm in her tone. "I Ruchira Khannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02785488638308126879noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253550651051435082.post-72947838034171890752024-01-14T10:25:00.000-08:002024-01-18T10:32:36.081-08:00What's your Pace? "Congratulations! Your vitals are good, and you'll be discharged from the hospital today," announced the doctor as he reviewed the patient's medical file. The caretaker was thrilled. However, the patient seemed less than thrilled. Upon noticing his solemn expression, the doctor inquired, "Is everything alright? You don't seem very happy." After taking a deep breath, the Ruchira Khannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02785488638308126879noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253550651051435082.post-28041773955199705592023-11-08T16:04:00.002-08:002023-11-08T16:04:21.061-08:00Are the results out, yet? I shouted, "Are the results out yet?"while quickly pulling on my pants and zipping them up, then pushed the door open. Mom was busy knitting, and she shook her head no."Mom!" I shrieked, refreshed the screen, and exhaled deeply. Our eyes met. She was calm, wearing a gentle smile despite my reaction. The results had not yet been released, so I sat beside her. "I can't Ruchira Khannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02785488638308126879noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253550651051435082.post-3628719179880313142023-09-02T09:05:00.004-07:002023-09-02T09:05:40.641-07:00The First Rain of the Season "It's raining! Get the air fryer out," urged Dev as he walked in with damp clothes."You do realize fried food is not good for your health. Your cholesterol has been high," said Tina with an arched eyebrow. Dev paused and took a deep breath, inhaling the Petrichor potpourri, a unique, earthy smell associated with rain."The season's first rainfall is always special, and it needs a Ruchira Khannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02785488638308126879noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253550651051435082.post-73274879860720626602023-08-22T19:59:00.004-07:002023-08-22T19:59:27.547-07:00Unexpected Weather "Mom, it's raining stones outside, and I have bruises all over," Jules exclaimed as she entered the house, holding her head and examining her arms. Curious, her Mom asked, "Raining stones? In sunny California?" She quickly looked out the window and saw a hailstorm. The wind was forcefully throwing ice balls, creating a sound similar to throwing stones when they hit the ground. "Oh Ruchira Khannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02785488638308126879noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253550651051435082.post-26849125523959831772023-08-17T15:51:00.009-07:002023-08-17T16:40:29.021-07:00Take Me Home, Country Roads The drive from the airport to the familiar streets was heart-wrenching, as many memories kept popping up. I reached the colony and met my friends with fond hugs, but my eyes wandered to a particular home. The familiar foliage and vibes couldn't keep me from knocking on the door. I hoped the door would open like old times when two familiar figures would hug me with warmth and Ruchira Khannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02785488638308126879noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253550651051435082.post-12188095553655328252023-08-05T09:59:00.004-07:002023-08-05T10:03:38.916-07:00Timing Matters "I think we should take the south route," Aisha stated confidently.Mala interjected, "But there's always traffic at this time. Let's take the inner roads instead; it'll be faster.""I understand, but traffic helps me practice patience.""That's good, but I want to be on time for work. Can you exercise your patience when driving alone?""Don't worry; I'll ensure we arrive on time."Mala scoffed,Ruchira Khannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02785488638308126879noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253550651051435082.post-47942189718629839452023-07-26T11:11:00.000-07:002023-07-26T11:11:27.586-07:00The Drive to WriteThe emotions stirred by every breath we take in life motivate us to rise each morning, take action, and express gratitude to the Universe for filling us with vigor and affection. These same emotions inspire me to write down the diverse stories of individuals, exploring themes that celebrate the beauty of humanity and life. I draw inspiration from the issues that trouble our minds and amRuchira Khannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02785488638308126879noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253550651051435082.post-71713864504317678682023-07-16T11:16:00.003-07:002023-07-16T11:16:51.396-07:00Passage of Time "It's getting late, sonny boy! The school bus will be here anytime. Let me help you with the socks while you finish your breakfast." I said as I glanced at the clock."Mom, we are running late for the convocation ceremony. Allow me to help you so we can be on the roads soon." said the same boy, 21 years later, as he helped me with the socks due to my arthritic hips. Embracing the Ruchira Khannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02785488638308126879noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253550651051435082.post-22134389871452392752023-02-28T20:28:00.006-08:002023-02-28T20:28:45.009-08:00A Chopping Aide"I just can't cook." Sarah lamented."Why so?" inquired Leone, who was as earnest in her query as a nurse, would be to her patient."Gravy is the key ingredient to get texture in any dish. Alas! I can't chop onions. They bring tears to my eyes." With that, she breathed a deep sigh that was as cold as if she had just landed in the Frigid zone.Leone quickly handed a shield to her friend, "Wear this Ruchira Khannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02785488638308126879noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253550651051435082.post-54704510298473196902023-02-15T11:48:00.000-08:002023-02-15T11:48:19.629-08:00Just a Spoonful"Hons, Could you also make me a PB&J sandwich?" Sarah requested from the room that was diagonal to the kitchen. "Err, how much jam should I dab on your slice? I'm aware you have a less-sugar policy.""Just a spoonful should be good." Once finished, Sarah joined him at the table. She bit into her sandwich hungrily and, within a second, snorted, "Jeez! The jam is oozing out from my Ruchira Khannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02785488638308126879noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253550651051435082.post-71073558277193668562022-11-22T11:53:00.000-08:002022-11-22T11:53:12.527-08:00The Power of a Compliment"Oh, my, what a pretty frock you've worn today." complimented Nancy's kindergarten teacher when she saw her student was clinging to her mom and taking hesitant steps while the mom was dragging her. Nancy met eye-to-eye with her teacher. She pressed her lips and scanned her dress with a finger on her cheek. "Yes! It's a beautiful dress." assured Mrs. Katie, "Will you let me borrow it Ruchira Khannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02785488638308126879noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253550651051435082.post-14434999904433752132022-11-14T08:45:00.000-08:002022-11-14T08:45:04.540-08:00Am I Fine? "Can you please get my meds from the counter?" requested Pam as she settled with her cup of tea."When you have no physical aches, why are you still consuming these pills?" asked a concerned Dave. "It's the mental ache, and these pills keep me high," she said with a forced smile. Dave frowned and was about to give his opinion.Just then, the phone rang."Hi, Lisa!" said Pam Ruchira Khannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02785488638308126879noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253550651051435082.post-35736753382060528652022-09-15T09:40:00.002-07:002022-09-15T09:40:40.787-07:00Safety Net "Hi, Girls!" said Amy with a wide grin and gleaming eyes as if twilight, "I drove to school today," she said while bouncing from foot to foot. "Huh! But, the last time you drove, you crashed the bumper of your dad's Ford Escort into the wall. How did your dad allow it?" asked Gloria with a gulp and curious eyes. "Balloons! are my safety net." Seeing the puzzled Ruchira Khannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02785488638308126879noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253550651051435082.post-42662072295903005512022-08-24T10:41:00.003-07:002022-08-24T16:07:22.179-07:00Mr. Shame"Mr. Shame," announced the nurse with a broad smile that displayed her braces. Her thick spectacles and wonky walk made her look like an alien. The young man raised his hand and was about to take steps toward her when a blonde sitting next to him got his attention, "Is that your name?" she said with a snort. "It's Shaine. But, Teresa tends to lisp." "And, you have no issues with itRuchira Khannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02785488638308126879noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253550651051435082.post-53237197101568351402022-08-09T15:32:00.002-07:002022-08-09T16:04:05.215-07:00Unsolved Mystery "Milo! Don't forget to take your prom dress and lock the main door before you leave." Mom shouted while leaving for work at at noon. Milo heard her and dozed off. The alarm clock blared at 4 pm, which made her spring up with a jolt."Gosh! I'm late. Let me wear my dress here instead." she locked the door behind her. Hours ticked by, and Mom returned from work to find the dress in Ruchira Khannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02785488638308126879noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253550651051435082.post-50044097460420559442022-06-20T16:20:00.000-07:002022-06-20T16:20:00.889-07:00Freedom from the BodyMohan was lying with tears trickling down his cheeks. His body was screeching in pain; the malignant growth had penetrated his bones, thus making it unbearable. He wanted to go places and reach new avenues, but destiny had other plans. "It's just a matter of time," the docs said.The family was stroking his legs with the hope of giving him some relief. After coming to terms Ruchira Khannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02785488638308126879noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253550651051435082.post-54501146260667814212022-06-05T22:20:00.000-07:002022-06-05T22:20:25.799-07:00The Game of Sitolia "Hurry up, and stack it," Pran shouted at his pal, trying to pile the stones in order. Pran's eyes were wide, and his mouth was slurry as he called, "He is aiming the ball at us. Run if you can't stack them." Jay raised his hands and shouted, "Done!" "Darn it!" shouted Parv at Vishnu, "Couldn't you have been two seconds faster? They won since they could stack the stones on time. Ruchira Khannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02785488638308126879noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253550651051435082.post-55072628996745192782022-04-28T13:18:00.001-07:002022-04-28T13:18:08.056-07:00Energy Medicine "How can I help you today?" asked the practitioner as she registered her client for her upcoming healing session."Oh! I've been having anxiety, lower back pain, and difficulty expressing myself," said Kisna with a long deep sigh!With a confident nod, Dolly gave a gentle smile and said, "I know exactly which chakra is acting up. Lay on the table, and I'll be back to start your session." With Ruchira Khannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02785488638308126879noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253550651051435082.post-25238024036245259692022-04-13T16:30:00.001-07:002022-04-13T16:30:11.651-07:00A Musical Night "I see a clear sky. The rainy season is behind us!" said Mali with a breath of sigh! "We can now sleep in peace." clapped an elated ten-year-old Loli. "The pitter-patter and the mosquitoes have gone with it." "Yes!" The mother-daughter finished their only meal of the day, consisting of broth and bread. The duo lay on their cots, and the mom was about to hit Ruchira Khannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02785488638308126879noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253550651051435082.post-3489075354819781842022-03-29T15:39:00.003-07:002022-03-29T15:39:24.636-07:00Sugar = Happiness "No, mom. I can't have this. I've given up sugar." Pari said with a stern face alternating between her mom and the Jalebi. "You're so skinny that I fear that you might disappear from the face of this planet one day. And now you want to adapt to this new regime," argued her mom with a dirty look.Pari gave a loud snort, " I'll never disappear physically, but yes, I'm sure my weight will Ruchira Khannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02785488638308126879noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253550651051435082.post-65628884242858017212022-03-22T12:42:00.003-07:002022-03-22T12:42:39.115-07:00Mask Up ! "Jeez! Why is everybody staring at me?" muttered Alisha as she chewed her gum frantically when she dragged a cart into the store, "Hope, I wore my pants?" and she quickly gave a downward glance at her legs, "Phew! I can't forget the day when I stepped out to water my plants in just my panties."A tap on her shoulder, "Excuse me, Miss. You need to mask up!" Alisha was apologetic, and Ruchira Khannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02785488638308126879noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253550651051435082.post-15678100121057256152022-03-16T11:07:00.004-07:002022-03-16T11:30:48.996-07:00The Common Man Sometimes, I doubt if being a common man is praiseworthy. This common man has the most challenging life on this planet. He is not guaranteed any comforts from birth and has to work towards it. He faces all the downs when the economy is at the brink. He rarely enjoys the upside when the economy is doing terrific, but he sure gets a coupon here and there to enjoy the perks.The Commoner is a brutal Ruchira Khannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02785488638308126879noreply@blogger.com2