#AtoZChallenge – Letter M – The Moneylender’s Wife

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The village moneylender was happily married. Or so the villagers thought.

They were bitter enemies. The more miserly he became, the more irritated his wife became.

“If you are so stingy, why did you marry me?” she asked him one day.

“I did not have to spend anything on that. Only our parents had to!”

She was appalled.

That night, she stealthily sneaked into his safe, took out everything and left him forever.

Though he despised her, the moneylender had trusted her with the keys of the house and the safe. The villagers laughed at the irony of it all.

This is my third year of participating in the A-to-Z blogging challenge and like last year, I hope to complete the challenge this year too. This post is written in response to the letter M.

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#AtoZChallenge – Letter L – The Lake House

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The arrival of spring was a welcome sight. She loved to sit on the grassy banks of the lake, enjoying the colors of nature and listening to the songs of birds. That was one of the reasons she chose to stay at the house near the lake even if it meant she had to spend more time commuting to work and back.

She was very impatient that morning. A quick breakfast and she was on her way to the lake. After making sure no one was watching, she began her search.

As the sun beat down luxuriantly, she felt tired. For a bit of rest, she set her sights on a nearby tree when she spotted a triangular indentation near it. Her spirits suddenly up, she looked at the sun and then at the indentation.

The words were etched in her mind.

“Choose yourself a bright morning,
When the sky is a spotless blue.
Destiny is where the sun shines,
On the triangle beneath the tree.”

She smiled. The treasure. That was the other reason she chose the house by the lake.

This is my third year of participating in the A-to-Z blogging challenge and like last year, I hope to complete the challenge this year too. This post is written in response to the letter L.

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#AtoZChallenge – Letter K – The Kiss of Love

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The touch of soft hands and legs on her body felt sensational. She was amazed at how small the child was.

She tickled the baby’s nose and planted a kiss on his forehead. The positive current that ran through the baby gave her goosebumps.

Sounds outside the room distracted her.

“I’m very sorry, there has been a mistake. This child is not yours,” her doctor said profusely.

“But…where is my child then?” she asked.

“We…we…could not save him,” the nurse said.

Like two years back, the kiss of love continued its tempting play culminating in a tragedy.

This is my third year of participating in the A-to-Z blogging challenge and like last year, I hope to complete the challenge this year too. This post is written in response to the letter K.

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#AtoZChallenge – Letter J – The Joy of Friendship

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The kids at the camp were asked to sing a few lines of their national anthems. When Henrik began the Norwegian anthem – Ja, vi elsker dette landet, his roommate Vikas had a little smile on his face. He wanted to say something to Henrik but waited for the right moment.

The lunch break presented an opportunity.

“Your anthem is very beautiful. It’s awesome that both our anthems start with J!” Vikas, who was from India, said proudly.

Henrik smiled. “There you go, we found one more thing in common.”

Henrik and Vikas had stitched together the joy of friendship too.

This is my third year of participating in the A-to-Z blogging challenge and like last year, I hope to complete the challenge this year too. This post is written in response to the letter J.

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#AtoZChallenge – Letter I – The Imprint

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The paraphernalia in the hospital room made little Tejas look at them with curiosity.

A glance at his father, struggling for breath and for life, however, turned his smile into sadness. He had to force himself to look away.

Years later, when he was offered a cigarette by his friend, the imprint of that memory reared its head. He had no hesitation in refusing even when his friend tried to force him to smoke.

Smoking had smoked his father away. Tejas was not interested in fighting the battle that his father fought vainly. Instead, he wanted his talents to prosper.

This is my third year of participating in the A-to-Z blogging challenge and like last year, I hope to complete the challenge this year too. This post is written in response to the letter I.

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#AtoZChallenge – Letter H – The Hobby

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He arranged the 4 cases in order and proudly exulted. Only a while back, he had obtained the set that completed the century of his collection.

No one really understood the sheer the joy behind his actions. People would always look at him quizzically when he asked them about dead watches.

He was sure he was the only one in the world with this hobby. The label on the cover announced it – My Watch Dial and Hands Collection.

This is my third year of participating in the A-to-Z blogging challenge and like last year, I hope to complete the challenge this year too. This post is written in response to the letter H.

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#AtoZChallenge – Letter G – Beyond the Gate

The streets looked new. Rajeshwari could feel the change that had come over the town in ten years.

She turned a corner and stopped at a gate. It was old and rusted and beyond it was just tall grass.

Memories of a night when Guruji had commanded her to spread her legs, the way he crawled through and used her like a toy engulfed her. Rajeshwari was glad the Ashram was closed down and Guruji behind bars.

Ashram – monastery
Guruji – spiritual teacher

This is my third year of participating in the A-to-Z blogging challenge and like last year, I hope to complete the challenge this year too. This post is written in response to the letter G.