July 2017 – Yuvi's Buzz

Kids Are Like That!

Day One

She was so excited. It was a new beginning in her life, moving in to a new house. They say home is where the heart is. She felt like she was finally at home.

Day Two

She was singing along Imagine Dragons’ Radioactive and suddenly the doorbell rang. Never used to having unexpected visitors, she secretly wished that whoever rang the doorbell would leave after ringing a couple of times. Unfortunately it did not happen. It was her neighbor with her two kids.

Small talks were exchanged and it was a so-far-so-good feeling. Then slowly the nightmare unfolded before her eyes. It was like the two hyperactive kids were off their leashes! They were up and exploring every inch of the house, rummaging through every drawer and unpacked boxes they could find. She was losing her calm and cool by the second, looking at the kids running here and there throwing things around. ‘I wanted to scream at them to leave!’ She said her husband. ‘Kids are like that!’ He was cool about it.

Day Everyday

The house was a mess everytime after the kids left and she was nowhere close to liking them. She even began wondering if her heart was that shallow to hate having kids around. ‘I will run away if this happens daily.’ She was clearly angry. ‘Kids are like that!’ Said her husband, everytime.

Day Somewhere-Close-To-Fifty

Another neighbor moved in. She shook off the thought of having more kids around because it was horrifying. But the new neighbor’s baby was just few months old. ‘Not a problem for few more years’, she was relaxed.

The new neighbor visited one fine evening with her baby. She held the baby in her arms and slowly she realized what she was missing out in her life. Those tiny pink arms that touched her cheeks, opened up a new world for her.

The next day the hyperactive kids visited. Well, it had become a usual routine by then. But she did not throw a fit. Not anymore. Her husband raised an eyebrow at her in complete surprise.

‘Kids are like that.’ She shrugged her shoulders and walked away with a smile.

Daily prompt: Shallow

The Versatile Blogger Award

First of all, I would like to thank The Time Quintet for nominating me for this beautiful award. This is a great amount of encouragement and motivation for newbie writers like me!

The Versatile Blogger Award features bloggers who love what they do and show their passion virtually. As the web page about the Versatile Blogger Award says: Honour those bloggers who bring something special to your life whether everyday or only now and then.

Rules for the nominations:

Thank the person who nominated you.
Nominate up to 15 bloggers for this award and inform them.
Share seven facts about yourself.
Put the logo of Versatile Blogger in your post and display the rules also.

Seven facts about myself

I love reading and writing so much that sometimes I might wake up at midnight just to write something.
I love music so much that I can’t survive without songs.
I love drawing, to be exact, pencil sketching. I find it as a relaxing hobby.
I enjoy growing colorful flowers in my backyard.
I enjoy cooking and always try out new recipes.
I hate when people does not show what’s exactly in their heart. (I prefer people saying what they exactly feel rather than talking behind your backs)
Last but not the least, I love to be fun, simple and cool, without complicating anything in life.

Now comes the hardest part, the nominations. I wanted to nominate every one of you guys but as the rules says fifteen, here goes.

I Nominate

Please do leave the link to your post if you decide to do this. I would like to know more about my fellow bloggers. See you all soon and stay blessed!

My Satisfaction (Weekly photo challenge)

My source of satisfaction, there are few and one of them is pencil sketching. It may turn out good or bad but I can’t deny that I will be satisfied that it was relaxing.

Weekly photo challenge: Satisfaction

A Strange Elixir Called Tea

I blundered

Broke your heart.

Words fired

Tore my heart.

Eyes welled

Left your sight.

Days passed

Not your memory.

Soul waited

To catch your smile.

Chances renewed

To get closer.

Mistakes erased

Now they seem silly.

Wounds healed

Time is a doctor.

Lessons learned

Trust is a lifeline.

Love reincarnated

Over a cup of tea.

Tea

Black Rags and Blue Pajamas

I’m in my sky-blue pajamas, sleeping in my bed close to the wall with my right knee resting on it. I always like to sleep that way, like a lizard sticking to the wall.

Sound sleep. Suddenly, I feel something is off and I want to wake up. I try but my eyes wouldn’t open. My eyelids are heavier than the heaviest metal ball. I should be dead tired, after all the day’s work. Few more hours of sleep wouldn’t hurt.

Again, something is in the dark. Before I try to open my eyes, again, a slight panic sets in. I feel the ice cold breeze from the window, making the hairs on my hand and neck stand straight up. I remember closing the window before going to sleep.

With great difficulty I pry my eyes open. It is still dark. Everything is foggy. My eyes are fixated in the direction of the window, waiting for my vision to get clear. I want to sit up but I cannot move even a muscle but I don’t mind at this moment. All I want is to see what is wrong with the window.

Slowly the fog in my eyes clears. There is a figure sitting on the window sill from outside, holding the window rails, it’s eyes fixated on me. My heart jumps to my throat. It is a pitch black figure in rags. The face is nothing but cold eyes and bottomless shadow.

I want to scream but only muffled sounds comes out of my mouth, like something got stuck in my throat. The figure just sits there, staring at me. It doesn’t move. It doesn’t make a sound.

I still can’t move a muscle. Suddenly, I hear a different sound tearing away the silence. I shoot my eyes to the window only to see the figure trying to pull out the rails with its own hands. The sound of the rails against the wall synchronises with the ticking of the clock. A fresh wave of fear floods my heart. It is only a matter of seconds. With a loud bang, the rails comes off.

I’m in my sky-blue pajamas, sleeping in my bed close to the wall with my right knee resting on it. I open my eyes. The room is bright. The windows are closed.
It is a Good Morning!