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From @simbly_menon: "No Kutty, God has his own mysterious ways," said Mummy, as she combed my hair all from the side parting, the way she usually does, the way I usually dislike. "It's a big jigsaw puzzle, but it all comes together at the end."
From @wistyloony: "Its over" read the note, stark and cold. There wasn't any punctuation and the paper seemed to mock her in emptiness. A little square of pulp decided her fate & 5 years of togetherness reduced to two words, meeting its end.
From @indianidle: He was going to end it all today. Death was the only escape. He stood near the edge of the cliff. He looked far, he saw the sun rising which warmed his body, he heard the music of birds. And just when his faith in life was restored, he farted hard. And boom!
From @shakwrites: It was the day he had been dreading. The gooey mess on his exteriors had become a cage. He struggled in desperation. Gasping for life he fought back. He clawed at strings that bound him to this misery. It wasn’t the end he wanted but here it was at last. He was becoming a butterfly.
From @swordfish19: The old Parsi, feeble and helpless, lay on his bed, in the hospice. He remembered his wife, long dead, once in a while. He had stopped expecting any visits from his son. As he looked out the window at the open sky, he could see a kettle of vultures. Or was it his imagination?
From @monathais:
„What do you think?”
„It’s long.”
„And?”
„Silky smooth and thick.”
„And?”
„Brownish and playful.”
„And?”
„I like the way it feels on my lips.”
„And?”
„It gives me the right pleasure.”
„And?”
„Can I swallow now? I cannot resist anymore.”
The Quality Manager smiled. The tasting of the new chocolate batton had the expected end.
From @nimue_:
are we not meeting tomm? she messaged.
got some work.
Ok.See you later.
She wasnt happy , but they had decided to take a break. She decided to read to pass time, when another sms came :
Wanna have a drink tonight ?
The break saw its end before it even began,she thought and laughed.
From @absoluteme: People get restless before they see the light. They have complaints, so many things could have been done better, it should have had a happily ever after, been more realistic. Most of them walk out sluggishly much before the climax. Some wait smilingly. There's a parallel between the end of a movie and a lifetime.
From @JaaTeri: "My journey began with holy shrines. I went to every place of worship in the country. In the end, I bathed in the Ganga. Now I am free of all sins. A pure soul," said the preacher. "Clapp!" he clapped, killing a fly that had been bugging him all through his speech. End of sins?
From @Greyllusionist: end, n/v: We crossed the finish line years ago. Stayed blind. Stranded in the maze. Going around in circles. It seemed never ending but, when we look at it now from a distance above, the end was very much where we started.
10 Ekim 2012 Çarşamba
Theme 163 - Children
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From @maruwahna:
Five year old brother of mine , on a Sunday morning: “Anna , what does girlfriend mean ?“
“Go read your panchatantra raa , I‘ll tell later“ .
“Okay anna,but you have a girlfriend?You were talking to someone yesterday night at 2 o clock.“.
And then,he smiles.
We brand children “innocent“,but their knowledge astounds me sometimes.
From @kunalbaidmehta: The first raindrop was enough to send us into a frenzy. Rushing out with our paper boats, ready to jump into puddles without a care about the world. No stress of daily rigmarole nor the rigour of the daily grind. Free spirit and a clean and creative mind. Childhood was a great stage of life.
From @roshd: As he lay on the bed, he thought of how his attitude towards children had changed since the birth of his sons. They were sleeping peacefully on either side. Rylan, the year old toddler, sleeping with his clenched fist and Rishon all of four, spreadeagled on the bed. My boys, he thought proudly, as he cuddled them.
From @DNRamki: "In that mid-summer heat a 45 minute bus journey could never be comfortable. He heard them shouting. It had been two weeks now since he met these kids. And as he entered the hall, faces of delight greeted him. Innocence and Happiness, had been just words, until now. He was tired no more."
From @Greyllusionist: children, n(pl): I hated them. You loved them. I loved puppies. They're children too, you argued. That night, it wasn't just sex, we made love.
Five year old brother of mine , on a Sunday morning: “Anna , what does girlfriend mean ?“
“Go read your panchatantra raa , I‘ll tell later“ .
“Okay anna,but you have a girlfriend?You were talking to someone yesterday night at 2 o clock.“.
And then,he smiles.
We brand children “innocent“,but their knowledge astounds me sometimes.
From @kunalbaidmehta: The first raindrop was enough to send us into a frenzy. Rushing out with our paper boats, ready to jump into puddles without a care about the world. No stress of daily rigmarole nor the rigour of the daily grind. Free spirit and a clean and creative mind. Childhood was a great stage of life.
From @roshd: As he lay on the bed, he thought of how his attitude towards children had changed since the birth of his sons. They were sleeping peacefully on either side. Rylan, the year old toddler, sleeping with his clenched fist and Rishon all of four, spreadeagled on the bed. My boys, he thought proudly, as he cuddled them.
From @DNRamki: "In that mid-summer heat a 45 minute bus journey could never be comfortable. He heard them shouting. It had been two weeks now since he met these kids. And as he entered the hall, faces of delight greeted him. Innocence and Happiness, had been just words, until now. He was tired no more."
From @Greyllusionist: children, n(pl): I hated them. You loved them. I loved puppies. They're children too, you argued. That night, it wasn't just sex, we made love.
Theme 164 - Anticipation
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From @mitchellez: I brood over the remains of our love. The shadows of our past never abandoned me. Through bitter tears I smile at the memories of our togetherness. Despite the ache that consumes my soul, I’m surprisingly sanguine. My body is losing its strength and I wish death would consume me sooner. Our souls shall unite.
From @swordfish19: The fishmonger came and sat in her usual place. The alley cats, as if guided by intuition, started coming out of their hiding places. They surrounded the fat woman and her basket, but kept a safe distance. They waited, with gleaming eyes. She flung a few prawns on the muddy ground. A scramble ensued.
From @divigyaan: A paper bag he tried to hide, I was no fool not to GUESS it right. The ‘GUESS’ logo made me realize it was the watch, I wished for life. When the time arrived, I still acted surprised. Anticipations took a back; it was a different brand in a different bag.
From @zoarcher: The decided meeting point is the new hip and happening joint on the block. The guy is someone your mother, mother’s mother, aunt, cousin, matchmaker, neighbour are going ga-ga over. You spend one, maybe two hours, more than usual dressing up. You adjust your pose till it feels picture perfect. And then, he walks in.
From @tweettabulous:
We meet. We click. We love. We fight. We reconcile. We adore. We quarrel again. We hate. We separate. We move on. We meet someone new, the heart beats a little faster and things seem beautiful. Until it happens again.
Nevertheless, the mind doesn’t succumb to disappointments, believes true love will find me one day.
From @DNRamki: "I stood in line staring at the blue door, fidgeting at the prospect of being next. Beyond that blue door sat the examiner. His expressions as nonchalant as the door itself. He glanced as I entered and asked “Your number?” “42” I said. He flipped a page and cleared his throat. The viva had begun."
From @whackydjavi:
I tend to get bored very quickly. Lose interest in things too soon.
Looking forward to something new is a way of life.
But with her I’ve been talking for so long. So many messages exchanged every day.
How is it that I still look forward to every new message, with the same eager anticipation?
From @roshd:
“Boss, need your approval to book this deal I’ve closed.”
“ I cannot approve it. Margins are too low.”
“ The customer has promised to give us the next project which is bigger and more profitable too.”
“Sorry. In anticipation of a future profit I cannot make a loss today.”
An important lesson in Sales was learnt.
From @aaroo4:
" If you could describe your life in one word, what would it be? Asked the HR manager..
"Anticipation" replied Tanav in a flash. Puzzled, the manger asked "why so?" "Simple, I am constantly waiting for something or the other, even now am wondering if I am going to land this job or not" Tanav replied.
From @iyer_raman:
The cameras show the captain running up to him and give an encouraging pat.
“Bhenchod, theek se daal, teri “G” mardoonga varna” he whispers, and runs back.
The bowler kisses the deity on his gold chain. One more. And he will never have to bowl again.
He cannot wait to get the no-ball right.
From @Pscripturient: She is a cancer patient who does not enjoy sympathy. She laughs inside her balding head about the hope people greet and sign off with. This slow waiting period is her worst enemy. She fights against these thinning seconds every day, begging the clock to let her eventually go. She is in anticipation of death.
From @randomwhiz: She was going to meet him in a month’s time. The best institute in town had started a specialization course of her choice. She had 20 days of vacation, a college festival, and a national conference coming up. She was going to turn 20. 10 new novels,3 new paintings waited. Anticipation, all around.
From @Crucifire:
He couldn't stand the feeling of them being around.
He hated them with all his heart and head.
He wanted them to die, every single one of them.
He was always on guard. His arsenal included hand washes, sanitizers, antibacterial soaps and detergents.
Mysophobes live in constant Antisep-ation.
From @vivekisms: The wait. The longing. The way he looked out of the window. He knew she would not return. And yet he waited. Looking out of the window. Every single day.
From @swordfish19: The fishmonger came and sat in her usual place. The alley cats, as if guided by intuition, started coming out of their hiding places. They surrounded the fat woman and her basket, but kept a safe distance. They waited, with gleaming eyes. She flung a few prawns on the muddy ground. A scramble ensued.
From @divigyaan: A paper bag he tried to hide, I was no fool not to GUESS it right. The ‘GUESS’ logo made me realize it was the watch, I wished for life. When the time arrived, I still acted surprised. Anticipations took a back; it was a different brand in a different bag.
From @zoarcher: The decided meeting point is the new hip and happening joint on the block. The guy is someone your mother, mother’s mother, aunt, cousin, matchmaker, neighbour are going ga-ga over. You spend one, maybe two hours, more than usual dressing up. You adjust your pose till it feels picture perfect. And then, he walks in.
From @tweettabulous:
We meet. We click. We love. We fight. We reconcile. We adore. We quarrel again. We hate. We separate. We move on. We meet someone new, the heart beats a little faster and things seem beautiful. Until it happens again.
Nevertheless, the mind doesn’t succumb to disappointments, believes true love will find me one day.
From @DNRamki: "I stood in line staring at the blue door, fidgeting at the prospect of being next. Beyond that blue door sat the examiner. His expressions as nonchalant as the door itself. He glanced as I entered and asked “Your number?” “42” I said. He flipped a page and cleared his throat. The viva had begun."
From @whackydjavi:
I tend to get bored very quickly. Lose interest in things too soon.
Looking forward to something new is a way of life.
But with her I’ve been talking for so long. So many messages exchanged every day.
How is it that I still look forward to every new message, with the same eager anticipation?
From @roshd:
“Boss, need your approval to book this deal I’ve closed.”
“ I cannot approve it. Margins are too low.”
“ The customer has promised to give us the next project which is bigger and more profitable too.”
“Sorry. In anticipation of a future profit I cannot make a loss today.”
An important lesson in Sales was learnt.
From @aaroo4:
" If you could describe your life in one word, what would it be? Asked the HR manager..
"Anticipation" replied Tanav in a flash. Puzzled, the manger asked "why so?" "Simple, I am constantly waiting for something or the other, even now am wondering if I am going to land this job or not" Tanav replied.
From @iyer_raman:
The cameras show the captain running up to him and give an encouraging pat.
“Bhenchod, theek se daal, teri “G” mardoonga varna” he whispers, and runs back.
The bowler kisses the deity on his gold chain. One more. And he will never have to bowl again.
He cannot wait to get the no-ball right.
From @Pscripturient: She is a cancer patient who does not enjoy sympathy. She laughs inside her balding head about the hope people greet and sign off with. This slow waiting period is her worst enemy. She fights against these thinning seconds every day, begging the clock to let her eventually go. She is in anticipation of death.
From @randomwhiz: She was going to meet him in a month’s time. The best institute in town had started a specialization course of her choice. She had 20 days of vacation, a college festival, and a national conference coming up. She was going to turn 20. 10 new novels,3 new paintings waited. Anticipation, all around.
From @Crucifire:
He couldn't stand the feeling of them being around.
He hated them with all his heart and head.
He wanted them to die, every single one of them.
He was always on guard. His arsenal included hand washes, sanitizers, antibacterial soaps and detergents.
Mysophobes live in constant Antisep-ation.
From @vivekisms: The wait. The longing. The way he looked out of the window. He knew she would not return. And yet he waited. Looking out of the window. Every single day.
Theme 165 - Sand
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From @mitchellez:
Touch the starry violet sky,
Kiss the blue horizon,
On the moon lit ocean I lie,
Draw a picture on the sand,
Draw your picture on the sand.
Sitting by the sea,
Serenity my companion,
Joyful tear’s my refuge,
I write your name on the shore,
Erase it,
To only write your name, with mine.
From @roshd: Imagine stepping out of the sea on a hot Goan afternoon and setting your bare feet on the boiling sand. You are that beach chair with the cool shade of the beach umbrella offering respite from the scorching heat. Your smile is like that chilled pint. But there is this burning sand to cross first.
From @writingchalk:
He gasped for breath beneath the sea. With the water pricking his eyes, he could barely keep them open. He flapped his hands hard, but he was drawn further into the sea. Strangely, the water was hot.
He opened his eyes.
No water. But he was sinking.
The Kalahari consumed his senses. And his body.
From @swordfish19:
“What’s this?” asked the visitor, pointing to the glass jars on the mantle.
“These are mementos; of the various deserts that my husband explored” replied the explorer’s wife.
“Oh..I see..here’s the sand from Gobi…Oh! And there’s Sahara…but why is Kalahari empty?”
“That’s because he never returned from there. That was his last desert.”
From @aaroo4: “Can i take your order, ma’am?” the waiter enquired. “Yes, i would like to order the Earl Grey Green tea please”, she said. “Yes ma’am” he replied. Few minutes later he brought the pot of hot water into which he let the tea bag drop, flipping the hour glass. Her very own sands of time.
From @quratzafar: Another burn stinged on his hands as he roasted corn cobs for impatient people in the sand and salt mixture. He was just fourteen years old and could clearly recall a time when his mother wouldn't even ask him to get water for himself.
From @agentgreenglass:
How was it?
The usual. All day inside a conference room. Don't know why they have it in Goa, when we see nothing of the beach.
Was Tanuja there?
Yes. And get over it Neha. I said sorry a million times.
She put his clothes in the machine. There was sand in her hands.
From @RBtrary:
"She held the sand in her fist, it ran through the gap between her fingers, reminding how time ran away while meeting her long-lost-love after 10years.
She tried dusting away the wet-sand from her feet, but particles remained stuck, reminding how she’ll always carry the guilt of crossing the line and betraying her husband…"
From @iyer_raman: They shut the doors of the empty compartment with practiced ease, and reached for her straightaway. The cop who boarded at the next station got the shock of his life. He radioed for stretchers and first aid. She needed to add more sand to her punching bag. Her punches are not yet fatal, she felt.
From @naeempachapure:
I am not unique. I don’t stand out. I don’t love or cry. I am cold, and warm. I am as agile as the wind or gushing water. No one can tell me apart when I am with others of my kind. Yet, There is something peculiar.
I have a name.
Adam (grain of sand)
From @tweettabulous:
Reminiscing about our times together always makes me smile. The playful moments. The serious talks. The long hand in hand walks. The gazing at stars lying in each other's arms.
Yes we parted, we had our reasons. The heart thought it couldn’t stop loving. Slowly memories faded.
Our memoirs are like footprints on the sand…
From @slokabs: Mira’s greatest takeaway from the beach was this lesson! If she walked with the wave, she moved faster, but only as far as the wave. Walking against it, she stumbled awhile, before eventually steadying. But if she did nothing and just stood on the shore, her feet got gradually sucked into the wet sand beneath.
From @bitchwanti: Her fingers sifted through the sand, lying like shattered gold against the cold white marble. Every grain of sand must go back in the hourglass, that lay broken at her feet. A strong gust of wind had knocked it over, but not a grain of his memories could be lost, not to the petty wind.
From @flirtingshadows: A cozy friendship that took her by surprise. A tumultuous love that overwhelmed her. A messy heartache that left her humiliated, debased and wanting. Fuming, too. It happened all too quickly and abruptly, before she could take it all in. The thrill, the euphoria and the despair. She hadn’t been prepared for the shifting sands.
From @kunalbaidmehta: Ranbir was born with a silver spoon. All his wishes got fulfilled, making him believe that owning everything was his birth right. When he started dating Radhika, he started getting possessive about her, which suffocated her.
He did not realize that a relationship is like sand – tighter the grip, sooner it goes out of hand.
From @DNRamki:
They ran around, like little kids set free. This break had been long overdue. As she outpaced him, he stuck a leg out to trip her, and they fell, laughing their worries away. They loved picking all those tiny shells, and pebbles.
The next day he smiled, looking at that sand in his pocket.
From @vagabondinact: It felt like a reprise, stuck at a bad note. Her life, felt like the steadily shifting sand, beneath her feet under the withdrawing wave, only to be brought back by the new wave to be scattered on her feet. All she had to do was turn the hour glass for it to be anew.
From @Pennykinned: It was a glorious, sparkling love-affair. A meeting of glances across the room. Daytime conversation and nighttime capers. A proposal, a wedding, a marriage. And then, the plane crash. He was the one who died, but it was her life that ended. The last grain of sand in the merciless hourglass had fallen.
Touch the starry violet sky,
Kiss the blue horizon,
On the moon lit ocean I lie,
Draw a picture on the sand,
Draw your picture on the sand.
Sitting by the sea,
Serenity my companion,
Joyful tear’s my refuge,
I write your name on the shore,
Erase it,
To only write your name, with mine.
From @roshd: Imagine stepping out of the sea on a hot Goan afternoon and setting your bare feet on the boiling sand. You are that beach chair with the cool shade of the beach umbrella offering respite from the scorching heat. Your smile is like that chilled pint. But there is this burning sand to cross first.
From @writingchalk:
He gasped for breath beneath the sea. With the water pricking his eyes, he could barely keep them open. He flapped his hands hard, but he was drawn further into the sea. Strangely, the water was hot.
He opened his eyes.
No water. But he was sinking.
The Kalahari consumed his senses. And his body.
From @swordfish19:
“What’s this?” asked the visitor, pointing to the glass jars on the mantle.
“These are mementos; of the various deserts that my husband explored” replied the explorer’s wife.
“Oh..I see..here’s the sand from Gobi…Oh! And there’s Sahara…but why is Kalahari empty?”
“That’s because he never returned from there. That was his last desert.”
From @aaroo4: “Can i take your order, ma’am?” the waiter enquired. “Yes, i would like to order the Earl Grey Green tea please”, she said. “Yes ma’am” he replied. Few minutes later he brought the pot of hot water into which he let the tea bag drop, flipping the hour glass. Her very own sands of time.
From @quratzafar: Another burn stinged on his hands as he roasted corn cobs for impatient people in the sand and salt mixture. He was just fourteen years old and could clearly recall a time when his mother wouldn't even ask him to get water for himself.
From @agentgreenglass:
How was it?
The usual. All day inside a conference room. Don't know why they have it in Goa, when we see nothing of the beach.
Was Tanuja there?
Yes. And get over it Neha. I said sorry a million times.
She put his clothes in the machine. There was sand in her hands.
From @RBtrary:
"She held the sand in her fist, it ran through the gap between her fingers, reminding how time ran away while meeting her long-lost-love after 10years.
She tried dusting away the wet-sand from her feet, but particles remained stuck, reminding how she’ll always carry the guilt of crossing the line and betraying her husband…"
From @iyer_raman: They shut the doors of the empty compartment with practiced ease, and reached for her straightaway. The cop who boarded at the next station got the shock of his life. He radioed for stretchers and first aid. She needed to add more sand to her punching bag. Her punches are not yet fatal, she felt.
From @naeempachapure:
I am not unique. I don’t stand out. I don’t love or cry. I am cold, and warm. I am as agile as the wind or gushing water. No one can tell me apart when I am with others of my kind. Yet, There is something peculiar.
I have a name.
Adam (grain of sand)
From @tweettabulous:
Reminiscing about our times together always makes me smile. The playful moments. The serious talks. The long hand in hand walks. The gazing at stars lying in each other's arms.
Yes we parted, we had our reasons. The heart thought it couldn’t stop loving. Slowly memories faded.
Our memoirs are like footprints on the sand…
From @slokabs: Mira’s greatest takeaway from the beach was this lesson! If she walked with the wave, she moved faster, but only as far as the wave. Walking against it, she stumbled awhile, before eventually steadying. But if she did nothing and just stood on the shore, her feet got gradually sucked into the wet sand beneath.
From @bitchwanti: Her fingers sifted through the sand, lying like shattered gold against the cold white marble. Every grain of sand must go back in the hourglass, that lay broken at her feet. A strong gust of wind had knocked it over, but not a grain of his memories could be lost, not to the petty wind.
From @flirtingshadows: A cozy friendship that took her by surprise. A tumultuous love that overwhelmed her. A messy heartache that left her humiliated, debased and wanting. Fuming, too. It happened all too quickly and abruptly, before she could take it all in. The thrill, the euphoria and the despair. She hadn’t been prepared for the shifting sands.
From @kunalbaidmehta: Ranbir was born with a silver spoon. All his wishes got fulfilled, making him believe that owning everything was his birth right. When he started dating Radhika, he started getting possessive about her, which suffocated her.
He did not realize that a relationship is like sand – tighter the grip, sooner it goes out of hand.
From @DNRamki:
They ran around, like little kids set free. This break had been long overdue. As she outpaced him, he stuck a leg out to trip her, and they fell, laughing their worries away. They loved picking all those tiny shells, and pebbles.
The next day he smiled, looking at that sand in his pocket.
From @vagabondinact: It felt like a reprise, stuck at a bad note. Her life, felt like the steadily shifting sand, beneath her feet under the withdrawing wave, only to be brought back by the new wave to be scattered on her feet. All she had to do was turn the hour glass for it to be anew.
From @Pennykinned: It was a glorious, sparkling love-affair. A meeting of glances across the room. Daytime conversation and nighttime capers. A proposal, a wedding, a marriage. And then, the plane crash. He was the one who died, but it was her life that ended. The last grain of sand in the merciless hourglass had fallen.
Theme 166 - Loss
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From @miffalicious:
It had been a normal day. A discarded cigarette, cheap coffee from the canteen. A slight drizzle. The constant barrage of emails on her blackberry. Her usual bright lipstick and dark shades. Everything was the same.
Except for the circle of flesh on her ring finger that was paler than the rest of her skin.
From @aaroo4: She sat there after burying the shoe box and covering it with sand. Her mother watched through the kitchen window, waiting for her to come running to her. She came in with tears flowing down her cheeks. “I know honey, am so sorry. But, King Arthur is with your grand daddy, up in heaven”
From @mitchellez: She didn’t mourn during the last rites. Numb with bereavement, she stood motionless. They lowered his body into the earth and with that they also buried her spirit. She hadn’t wept at all in days. They shook her, wailed, brought forth memories of him, but to no avail. She had lost the will to feel.
From @swordfish19: The lion was about to sink its teeth into the deer, when the report of a gun disconcerted it. It let go off the deer and scampered into the thick foliage. The deer was just about to make good its escape when it was shot by the hunter. The lion’s loss was the hunter’s game.
From @writingchalk:
“You’re going to suffer...”
Some days, he didn’t want wake up from his sleep.
His bones ached. His head felt sore every day. It was tough to cope...
On the final day, he screamed... in jubilation.
The weighing scale did not lie. It was a hard-earned victory.
“...but you’re going to be happy about it.”
From @iyer_raman: “Let’s sort this on Monday” trickled down through the limited tiers of the boutique firm. But he couldn't leave yet. He was shuffling through his 800 friends, asking the ones who were once dear and now nearby, what their plans are for tonight. He had lost the art of meeting friends without taking an appointment.
From @divigyaan: Standing near the gate I never wished him to go. He waited for a while but said, “I have to go” I didn’t feel my loss until he actually entered the gate. I realized how careless I was until tears shed but now when he is not around, I know, he always cared.
From @tweettabulous: Smart mouth. Chatter box. Non-stop radio. Few of my nicknames. I’ve had the repute of a perpetual foot in the mouth, leaving me at awkward situations with friends, colleagues or even my boss.
I don’t mean harm but end up sounding obnoxious.
Enter him. I’m overwhelmed. And always at a loss of words…
From @flirtingshadows: I want him to know that I miss him. That festivals at home feel incomplete. That our unfinished conversations haunt me at night. That each time I flounder; I ask myself, what would he have said. I feel let down. About my limited time with him, about him ignoring his health, about him leaving abruptly.
From @vivekisms: He thought he could live without her. She thought she would survive. The small memories haunted. The big losses. The side of the bed. The half-read book. The taste of the last meal. The words last spoken. The measure of losing someone you love.
From @DNRamki:
Carrom with grandma, cycle races with his sister, mom's fretting, dad's dinner time jokes. The cartoons on TV, the lazy mornings, the school assembly, the festival food, Mahabharata on Sundays, the pillow fights, the winter vacations, the.....
He woke up sweating, the fan above him had stopped. In this hostel, he was lost!
From @agentgreenglass:
“Can’t you just give it up?”
“But baby, it’s fun. And every man needs a vice.”
“Listen, I think your brothers have enough vices for the whole family.”
“Okay, this new year I’ll give it up.”
“As long as you don’t ruin us by then.”
“Ha! Draupadi, you’re my drama queen!
From @anushapinto:
“Last time your house wasn’t full of cane furniture.”
“Well, cane is awesome. Sustainable. Eco friendly.”
“What about the Ikea spree before that?”
“That time minimalism was in”
“For how long are you gonna succumb to fads?”
“Till I forget about the teak furniture the floods ruined. And everyone it engulfed.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry”
From @zoarcher: Cockroaches grilled on skewers. Frog legs. Ox penis. Snake soup. Live octopus. Turtles. Geese meat. Yeah I know there are many who savour these exotic delicacies and probably write paeans on them. They would probably even make a trip to feed their food eccentricity. For me, it would definitely cause a loss of appetite!
From @roshd: She thought of her first love. He was goodlooking and funny.A very good kisser too. Yet he never wanted to go all the way. “Lets remain virgins till we marry”.They split-up because he found her too clingy.And the men after him were not a patch on him. She missed him. Terribly.
From @slokabs:
To someone, it may be just a few coins. To her, it was all she had.
To someone, it may be just a piece of metal. To her, it was a lucky charm.
To someone, it may be a paper scroll. To her, it was the only way of reaching him.
How would they know?
From @vagabondinact: The hushed tones around him surprised him. The sullen faces around left him amazed. He failed to understand the sympathy and pity being showered on him. He failed to understand the, ‘we are sorry for your loss’ remarks. Why, he wondered, couldn't they see that the loss was cathartic, for it liberated him from expectations?
From @bitchwanti:
"HBD", she typed in hurriedly, wishing her friend a "happy birthday" on her facebook wall.
"Look at me, talk to me", he implored her as kept tapping away her phone.
Her laughter, her smiles were all for the device she held in her hands. She wouldn't feel the loss of human touch, not yet.
From @preetidhingra: She was madly in love with him. She was mad. And one day she walked away from him with the faith that he will follow, will get her back. He didn't. She kept walking. When he finally followed. She was far. He lost her. Forever.
It had been a normal day. A discarded cigarette, cheap coffee from the canteen. A slight drizzle. The constant barrage of emails on her blackberry. Her usual bright lipstick and dark shades. Everything was the same.
Except for the circle of flesh on her ring finger that was paler than the rest of her skin.
From @aaroo4: She sat there after burying the shoe box and covering it with sand. Her mother watched through the kitchen window, waiting for her to come running to her. She came in with tears flowing down her cheeks. “I know honey, am so sorry. But, King Arthur is with your grand daddy, up in heaven”
From @mitchellez: She didn’t mourn during the last rites. Numb with bereavement, she stood motionless. They lowered his body into the earth and with that they also buried her spirit. She hadn’t wept at all in days. They shook her, wailed, brought forth memories of him, but to no avail. She had lost the will to feel.
From @swordfish19: The lion was about to sink its teeth into the deer, when the report of a gun disconcerted it. It let go off the deer and scampered into the thick foliage. The deer was just about to make good its escape when it was shot by the hunter. The lion’s loss was the hunter’s game.
From @writingchalk:
“You’re going to suffer...”
Some days, he didn’t want wake up from his sleep.
His bones ached. His head felt sore every day. It was tough to cope...
On the final day, he screamed... in jubilation.
The weighing scale did not lie. It was a hard-earned victory.
“...but you’re going to be happy about it.”
From @iyer_raman: “Let’s sort this on Monday” trickled down through the limited tiers of the boutique firm. But he couldn't leave yet. He was shuffling through his 800 friends, asking the ones who were once dear and now nearby, what their plans are for tonight. He had lost the art of meeting friends without taking an appointment.
From @divigyaan: Standing near the gate I never wished him to go. He waited for a while but said, “I have to go” I didn’t feel my loss until he actually entered the gate. I realized how careless I was until tears shed but now when he is not around, I know, he always cared.
From @tweettabulous: Smart mouth. Chatter box. Non-stop radio. Few of my nicknames. I’ve had the repute of a perpetual foot in the mouth, leaving me at awkward situations with friends, colleagues or even my boss.
I don’t mean harm but end up sounding obnoxious.
Enter him. I’m overwhelmed. And always at a loss of words…
From @flirtingshadows: I want him to know that I miss him. That festivals at home feel incomplete. That our unfinished conversations haunt me at night. That each time I flounder; I ask myself, what would he have said. I feel let down. About my limited time with him, about him ignoring his health, about him leaving abruptly.
From @vivekisms: He thought he could live without her. She thought she would survive. The small memories haunted. The big losses. The side of the bed. The half-read book. The taste of the last meal. The words last spoken. The measure of losing someone you love.
From @DNRamki:
Carrom with grandma, cycle races with his sister, mom's fretting, dad's dinner time jokes. The cartoons on TV, the lazy mornings, the school assembly, the festival food, Mahabharata on Sundays, the pillow fights, the winter vacations, the.....
He woke up sweating, the fan above him had stopped. In this hostel, he was lost!
From @agentgreenglass:
“Can’t you just give it up?”
“But baby, it’s fun. And every man needs a vice.”
“Listen, I think your brothers have enough vices for the whole family.”
“Okay, this new year I’ll give it up.”
“As long as you don’t ruin us by then.”
“Ha! Draupadi, you’re my drama queen!
From @anushapinto:
“Last time your house wasn’t full of cane furniture.”
“Well, cane is awesome. Sustainable. Eco friendly.”
“What about the Ikea spree before that?”
“That time minimalism was in”
“For how long are you gonna succumb to fads?”
“Till I forget about the teak furniture the floods ruined. And everyone it engulfed.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry”
From @zoarcher: Cockroaches grilled on skewers. Frog legs. Ox penis. Snake soup. Live octopus. Turtles. Geese meat. Yeah I know there are many who savour these exotic delicacies and probably write paeans on them. They would probably even make a trip to feed their food eccentricity. For me, it would definitely cause a loss of appetite!
From @roshd: She thought of her first love. He was goodlooking and funny.A very good kisser too. Yet he never wanted to go all the way. “Lets remain virgins till we marry”.They split-up because he found her too clingy.And the men after him were not a patch on him. She missed him. Terribly.
From @slokabs:
To someone, it may be just a few coins. To her, it was all she had.
To someone, it may be just a piece of metal. To her, it was a lucky charm.
To someone, it may be a paper scroll. To her, it was the only way of reaching him.
How would they know?
From @vagabondinact: The hushed tones around him surprised him. The sullen faces around left him amazed. He failed to understand the sympathy and pity being showered on him. He failed to understand the, ‘we are sorry for your loss’ remarks. Why, he wondered, couldn't they see that the loss was cathartic, for it liberated him from expectations?
From @bitchwanti:
"HBD", she typed in hurriedly, wishing her friend a "happy birthday" on her facebook wall.
"Look at me, talk to me", he implored her as kept tapping away her phone.
Her laughter, her smiles were all for the device she held in her hands. She wouldn't feel the loss of human touch, not yet.
From @preetidhingra: She was madly in love with him. She was mad. And one day she walked away from him with the faith that he will follow, will get her back. He didn't. She kept walking. When he finally followed. She was far. He lost her. Forever.
9 Ekim 2012 Salı
Bishop Guimarães, C.SS.R. in Campos
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As part of the celebrations of tenth anniversary of the Episcopal consecration of Bishop Rifan, Bishop Fernando José Monteiro Guimarães, C.SS.R. visited the Apostolic Administration of St John Mary Vianney. Bishop Guimarães, C.SS.R. is the bishop of Garanhuns in Brazil. While on his visit he celebrated the Traditional Mass at the Church of the traditional Redemptoristines in Sao Fidelis.
Preparing for Mass
The prayers at the foot of the altar. These photos are taken from behind the Nuns' grill.
Lavabo inter innocentes manus measI will wash my hands among the innocent
Holy Communion.
Preparing for MassThe prayers at the foot of the altar. These photos are taken from behind the Nuns' grill. Lavabo inter innocentes manus measI will wash my hands among the innocent Holy Communion.
Our Public Religious Professions.
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The Public Profession of Vowsof the Sons of the Most Holy Redeemer.
The long awaited day arrived on the Feast of the Immaculate Heart of Mary22 August, 2012,the day ofour individual incorporation into the canonically erectedClerical Institute of Diocesan Rightunder the title of theCongregation of the Sons of the Most Holy Redeemer.
We were canonically erected by the Right ReverendDom Hugh Gilbert, O.S.B.Here he is photographed inOur Lady's Chapel, Stronsay,during last night's public profession ceremony.For this solemn occasion of
our union with the diocese and the Churchthe episcopal throne was erected in the sanctuary.
Above the bishop is the Coat of Arms of the Diocese of Aberdeenwhich can be seen in more detail in the first image above.May the monastic and missionary saints of our diocese
intercede for us.
In all, three Lessons from the Holy Scripture were chantedfollowed by Tracts, then the Alleluia and Gospel of the Mass for the feast of the Most Holy Redeemer.
Brother Jean Marie chants the Second Lesson.Following the chant of the Gospel the Bishop preached. Following the sermon the Litany of Loretocompleted the preparation for the public religious professions.
First Fr Michael Mary made public professioninto the hands of the Bishop.This act was one of Ecclesial Communion through the Bishop to the Universal Church.
The vows are made to Godbut the superior makes them through the Bishop to God.
Fr. Anthony Mary, F.SS.R.
makes his public perpetual professioninto the hands of the appointed superior.
The superior of the new religious orderhaving made his public profession into the hands of the Bishopis then empowered to receive the public religious professionsof the members of the Congregation.
Br. Yousef Marie, F.SS.R.
makes his public perpetual professioninto the hands of the Rector Major.
Br. Jean Marie, F.SS.R.
makes his public perpetual profession of the vows of Poverty, Chastity, Obedience and Perseverance.
Br. Magdala Maria, F.SS.R. makes public profession of the vows of religion.The vow of Perseverance is attested with an oath.
Having made the oath of PerseveranceBr. Martin Mary, F.SS.R.
kisses the Gospel.
Having kissed the GospelBr. Nicodemus Mary, F.SS.R.
is received into the Congregationbound by his vows and oathaccording to the Rules of St. Alphonsus(which were approved by Pope Benedict XIV in 1749)and theConstitutions of the Sons of the Most Holy Redeemer(which were approved by the Holy See in 2011).
Br. Gerardo Maria, F.SS.R.makes temporary public profession for three years.
The public professions were followed byExposition of the Blessed Sacrament.
The opening prayer of St. Alphonsus
in his Visits to the Blessed Sacrament,the antiphon to Our Lady
and the Prayer for the Pope
all followed.
Then...
The Benediction of the Blessed Sacrament
wass given by
Dom Hugh,
our Bishop of Aberdeen.
With full hearts and voicesthe Divine Praises were chanted.Blessed be God!Blessed be His Holy Name!Blessed be Jesus Christ, true God and true man!
The Public Profession of Vowsof the Sons of the Most Holy Redeemer.
The long awaited day arrived on the Feast of the Immaculate Heart of Mary22 August, 2012,the day ofour individual incorporation into the canonically erectedClerical Institute of Diocesan Rightunder the title of theCongregation of the Sons of the Most Holy Redeemer.
We were canonically erected by the Right ReverendDom Hugh Gilbert, O.S.B.Here he is photographed inOur Lady's Chapel, Stronsay,during last night's public profession ceremony.For this solemn occasion of
our union with the diocese and the Churchthe episcopal throne was erected in the sanctuary.
Above the bishop is the Coat of Arms of the Diocese of Aberdeenwhich can be seen in more detail in the first image above.May the monastic and missionary saints of our diocese
intercede for us.
In all, three Lessons from the Holy Scripture were chantedfollowed by Tracts, then the Alleluia and Gospel of the Mass for the feast of the Most Holy Redeemer.
Brother Jean Marie chants the Second Lesson.Following the chant of the Gospel the Bishop preached. Following the sermon the Litany of Loretocompleted the preparation for the public religious professions.First Fr Michael Mary made public professioninto the hands of the Bishop.This act was one of Ecclesial Communion through the Bishop to the Universal Church.The vows are made to Godbut the superior makes them through the Bishop to God.Fr. Anthony Mary, F.SS.R. makes his public perpetual professioninto the hands of the appointed superior.
The superior of the new religious orderhaving made his public profession into the hands of the Bishopis then empowered to receive the public religious professionsof the members of the Congregation.
Br. Yousef Marie, F.SS.R. makes his public perpetual professioninto the hands of the Rector Major.
Br. Jean Marie, F.SS.R. makes his public perpetual profession of the vows of Poverty, Chastity, Obedience and Perseverance.
Br. Magdala Maria, F.SS.R. makes public profession of the vows of religion.The vow of Perseverance is attested with an oath.Having made the oath of PerseveranceBr. Martin Mary, F.SS.R. kisses the Gospel.
Having kissed the GospelBr. Nicodemus Mary, F.SS.R. is received into the Congregationbound by his vows and oathaccording to the Rules of St. Alphonsus(which were approved by Pope Benedict XIV in 1749)and theConstitutions of the Sons of the Most Holy Redeemer(which were approved by the Holy See in 2011).
Br. Gerardo Maria, F.SS.R.makes temporary public profession for three years. The public professions were followed byExposition of the Blessed Sacrament. The opening prayer of St. Alphonsusin his Visits to the Blessed Sacrament,the antiphon to Our Lady
and the Prayer for the Pope
all followed.
Then...
The Benediction of the Blessed Sacramentwass given by
Dom Hugh,
our Bishop of Aberdeen.
With full hearts and voicesthe Divine Praises were chanted.Blessed be God!Blessed be His Holy Name!Blessed be Jesus Christ, true God and true man!
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