LRP – 9 (Dear Professional Photographers)



Dear Professional Photographers,

Didn’t they teach you that it’s wrong to click pictures of people at work who are bent with their bums sticking out?

Didn’t they teach you not to publish the pictures in which the sticking out bum is half of the photo

Next time you do that, promise I will hunt you down and share the picture of your bum on every social media site possible

Yours Truly

A person with a big bum

And dear rest of the readers,

No I will not share or tell you where the pictures are :P

Day 1 : Fly


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This was taken a couple of years ago at Solang Valley, Manali.

A group of us after planning for two years were all set for our driving trip to Manali-Leh and back. We flew to Delhi and then drove to Manali, we were to halt there for one evening and start our drive next morning but luck is something we guys are always running short on specially when it comes to Leh and in the month of August (when it usually is very clear), Rohtang pass had a landslide and it was closed. We were told to wait, heart-broken we decided to wait it out and while we were waiting and playing board games someone suggested a trip to Solang valley and we said why not.

So a little dejected but with hopes to make hay of whatever we get (since there wasn’t much sunshine anyways) we reached Solang and OMG when we heard that may be able to do paragliding there we were so happy

Solang Valley Manali was a treat to eyes… Tall trees, lush green, lovely drizzle , zorbing and other sports and a rope way as the bonus. Picture Perfect setting really. We asked around and yet again hopes were shattered saying it’s about to rain, no visibility and hence Paragliding might not happen. We waited and waited for what seemed like many days but actually were only a couple of hours before the sky cleared a bit and then suddenly someone came and said “Paragliding is open for today”. We all did a happy dance and proceeded to take the cable car to the top of the hill, where the view kind of had us awe stuck.

An Unplanned downhill trek on a very slushy and slippery terrain followed, and I think I made a record for slipping that day since I wasn’t wearing trekking shoes, but it lead us to one of the highlights of the trip so no regret there.

At the end we did it and boy it was no less than flying. Beautiful, beautiful feeling indeed.

So now I have done parasailing, paragliding, rock climbing, bungee jumping. Next in my list is sky diving :)

PS: This post is in response to the event  Feb Challenge : A story for every picture, a picture for every story on the Marathon Bloggers group on FB.

PPS: Picture not clicked by me

And we failed at Day 26…..


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25 days, I lasted that much. I still can’t believe it. When I started the challenge I thought I would fail at Day 2. I mean really I thought so. Yes people I am talking of the Orange Rhino Project.

26 days ago I had taken the pledge to not scream on O but this morning, I lost it. I woke up with a headache and the child was creating a fuss for everything. I don’t want to eat this, I don’t want to brush. I don’t want to, I don’t want to, I don’t want to….

Sigh with hubby traveling I lost it and screamed, screamed “shatup, I don’t want to hear a word” and the minutes those words came out of my mouth, I regretted them I know none of this is an excuse and the deed is done and I have gone back to Day 0.

But I am not giving up, re-starting the counter I am back to the no screaming zone, wish me luck yet again


55 word fiction : They said he died because they wouldn’t accept him


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They said he died because they wouldn’t accept him.

They said he died because they got him married hoping it would cure him.

They said he died because he stopped loving.

They said he died because they could not find him smiling anymore.

They said he died because just breathing isn’t living after all


And with this we have finished a week of 55 word fiction on Marathon Bloggers. A week of fiction in Jan. I am happy with myself and my fellow bloggers. Here’s to more such challenges

55 word fiction : She looked deep into her eyes


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She looked deep into her eyes not able to bear the emptiness in them, searching for the innocence they had held in them, the dreams they dreamt.

She looked deep into her eyes and promised her 2.5 yrs old girl that she will kill the monster who had touched her, the monster who snatched those dreams.

55 word fiction : Dream


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Surrounded both side by her sisters, under the pholon ki chadar held by her brothers, eyes shy but full of dreams she was slowly walking towards her life and then the unimaginable happened. She slipped…

Smiling to herself, she decided that its gonna be only flats only for the d-day. Thank god for some dreams

55 word fiction : Weighing Machine


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Aaah what a delight this one, just the perfect one

Ouchie you are hurting me, you are so heavy

Light as a feather, come back tomorrow again darling

You could do with some more food dear, you could

Go run another 5km on the treadmill

Said the gym weighing machine to itself through the day


55 word fiction : That tender kiss


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She looked at him losing track of time

She looked at him with tenderness and with love

She looked at him with fear and with apprehensions

She looked at him for a long long time before she picked up the bundle of joy and placed a tender kiss on her first born’s forehead letting the tears flow


55 word fiction : Just when he was leaving


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Bags packed, belongings taken, people hugged.

But he looked reluctant to let go,

He looked at the temple in the room,

He looked around for the childhood he had,

He looked around for old age me might have had,

And just when he was leaving he looked around at the Kashmir he might never see again.


Done as a part of the 55 word fiction week at Marathon Bloggers

55 word fiction : Love pain or happiness


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Shocked he rushed her to the hospital breathing a sigh of relief when the doctors said “he was just in time”

Later sitting on her bed side, he told her

“Love is joy, Love is happiness”

she replied

“Love is pain too, love is tragedy too”

And they hugged, they cried till the tears dried

PS: This is done a part of a week long 55 word fiction attempt along with Marathon bloggers



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