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Encountering EmancipationEncountering Emancipation
The cage was opened but she didnt fly. A bird forgets to fly if she is kept in a cage for years. My daughter read the last sentence of the book, the book got closed and she was upset. In the living room, her eyes fixed on the drawer of the TV trolley, she was trying to find something. Focused in even small things, she would never compromise on putting her best in anything she does. She is my girl but completely unlike me.
What are you trying to find? I have just cleaned that drawer yesterday.
Who uses it in our house that you will find it?
I will find it myself. You dont worry. You just see this.
I am sitting on a long sofa and trying to relax while she is busy in her treasure hunt for the correction pen. Tasneem passed me a photograph. Photographs bring memories back and you feel like you are back in that old time, living all those moments again. It was her childhood photograph
The Invisible ManI was sitting there like an invisible man. It was by my own choice. A lady came to the street where ATM stood tall. I was waiting since so long. I robbed her. The ladies who who saw me are now dead. The street was not a busy one. There were only four females, one got robbed and three got killed. Why did I leave the one whom I robbed? The answer is simple. I love hiding, like an invisible man. The hide and seek game was listed as an achievement in my resume of life. Secondly, I only rob a person once. There were only two choices either rob or shoot. I chose money and I am still the invisible man. Police is still trying to find me but they wouldn't be able to find me because I am an invisible man.
I was sitting there like an invisible man and dreaming such non-sense.
SMILESmile does it for everyone. Just a smile. Have you ever received a smile from stranger? It is so selfless that it just gets into deepest chord of your heart. You know it is not fake. You can feel the warmth and the joy. Even fake smiles work. It has a fair chance to make you happy but more than that it does make other people feel special. Still try to put a heartfelt smile rather than a fake one. Smile to everyone, even if that person is a stranger. Who knows that smile can change that person life forever. Who knows that smile can vanish some anxiety/worry which had a strong potential to make a huge lost afterwards. Who knows that smile can give him/her a zeal to live.
Pass it on with a smile
Thank you - Mom - you rockA mother love is everybody's first love.
So is mine, and will always remain.
Maa, Thanks for always being there.
For being my best buddy.
For doing every possible thing to make me happy.
For all the time, support and moments we share.
For shaping my personality.
For encouraging me every time.
For seeing dreams from me.
And all the unconditional love.
Now its my time.
I wish and pray I can do the same.
Wish me luck.
Love ya Mom.
Love of a full year, one day of recognition
Love of a lifetime.
And you my dear God, you are great. Life is indeed a blessing in so many ways and its only you who could make such special creations.
Haunting Deja VuHaunting Déjà vu
It was Friday the 13th. The fairy angel was walking aimlessly whole night. The night, which was under the magical spell of full moon, betrayed the fairy by taking away all her magical powers. Though she still had her wings intact but now they were just reduced to ornamental prominence. She could no longer fly in the wind. The wind danced to the howling of the wolves and snatched the red roses out of the mother tree's hands. If fairies had blood in their bodies, she would have surely bled out completely from such treachery but her wings were red due to the color that roses shed to share sorrow with her. The bed of roses crushing under the angel's feet led to a grave. She was so engrossed in her spirit's hollowness that she didn't know she was in a graveyard. On reaching close, the sight and the mind started to converse with one another. Her consciousness took the message that her senses were trying to convey; it was her worldly name on the grave. But the fact sti
Before the dawnI
Ahmed was deeply engulfed in a book. He was enjoying the first printed edition of a vintage book. He loved to collect antiques and then sell them so other people can have the pleasure equally. Old is Gold, and they truly believed its preciousness. Similarly there is nothing like first love.
Sara entered the antique shop. He went to the entrance to receive her.
"A donut for you."
"Like always, thanks"
Antique furniture and there conversations were a routine. Ahmed excitedly showed Sara the new addition to hBedis collection.
"I got this book for just $10. They were throwing this valuable piece into trash. A 50s original. See! This is a first edition print. It is a personally signed copy."
"Very interesting. Great addition to be exact."
"So how was the day at the shop?"
"The usual plain donuts, sugarcoated people."
"That isn't that boring!"
"Just stand there for some hours and you'll know"
"Did you make any new sketches?"
"The ones which are for the university projects."
"I would love t
He's InsaneHe knows he was special, he always felt that uniqueness somewhere inside. He knows the fact that never in the history has been anyone exactly like him, nor will there be again. He also knows that every man was unique in his own way but he is among the lucky few people who realize it.
He is loud and full of life in the deepest details. He loves to talk but it was not the case when he was a child. He didn't speak for two years on this earth because of which his parents were quite worried. They consulted a doctor and after the checkup the result was out. "Whenever he'll speak, he'll speak to such an extent that it will be difficult for you to make him silent", predicted the doctor back then. The guess came true; he is a complete chatter box. Now he wants to be a motivational speaker. He wants to change the world and the minds by using this skill in his workshops where he can help people to improve and kindle a spark of hope in them. He believes small steps lead to a bigger change. People
The Chance The Chance
"What do you mean by saying we should give this relationship some more time?"
"Are you mad? I don't have any free time to spare, at least not for you"
"But Faiz… I can't even imagine my life without you."
"Do one thing, take some sleeping pills! It will help you to get some sleep, at least for tonight."
Faizan ended the call. He always used his left hand to do so, always. As soon as he pressed that button, his sight went to the watch that he was sporting on his wrist of the same hand.
The gold-plated watch compelled the memories to flow from his mind into his heart and continued its journey with the blood completing its uninterrupted cycles throughout the body. It was his twenty second birthday when he was gifted this watch by her girl friend Mayra.
"Thank you so much. I simply love it."
"After all our choices are so similar."
"..and I love you."
He could smell her aroma in his bedroom. Place where they shared some lovely moments, strangely not toget
Remembering the SeasonsUnder a cozy couch, she snuggled down her body wrapped in a warm blanket. Feeling the chilly wind caressing her face entering the room from an open wooden window showing the breathtaking view of the snow covered garden. Simultaneously she pressed the play button on the remote control of the DVD player. A cup of hazelnut flavored coffee held tight between her soft hands; she was watching a romantic movie. The atmosphere outside the house and the drama inside the idiot box resembled in the same frequency as fire reminds you of passion. Relationships were cold and haste between the characters and the streets were freezing and deserted. But in this bitterness, she was enjoying the heat of the summers residing in the ambience around her personal vicinity and the spring touched her heart with the flower motive embroidered on her jacket resting upon her left breast carrying the love organ.
This was the first paragraph that Mr. Teva read in the book titled Falling Leaves. The book e
Harvest HomesShe says, you can tell America from the rest of the world by the color of the wallpaper, or lack thereof. That Southern hospitality is refreshing after so many years in London. The stuffed animal that sits on her table is named Dog, and if you ask her why, she'll ask you if you're blind. It is a dog after all.
When the aide handed her a night gown she wanted to know if it was for sale. When he told her it was a gift, she couldn't accept it, but if he wanted to lend it to her that would be lovely. The aide was actually a woman and when we told her so she replied, “Well, she was a man when he gave it to me”. We all laughed and she said, “Oh lovely then” and laughed with us while clapping her hands.
Needless to say, I liked her almost immediately; so lively and spirited, and what a sense of humor. I can't tell you how old she is, any age beyond eighty will do. I can't tell you how crazy she is, but I imagine only a little, perhaps a touch of Alzheimer's or Dementia
Lexi's Tied Up Tickle Torture*rrrrrrrrr*
Lexi sighed. Despite finals being only a week away, she was unable to focus the least bit on the textbook sitting in front of her; she hadn’t eaten any breakfast that morning and her belly had been growling hungrily ever since she arrived at the library, growing steadily louder as it got even closer to lunchtime. She stretched, reaching her arms high above her head. The motion pulled the hem of her long-sleeve navy blue shirt up past her belly button, and she rubbed her bare belly.
Her friend Shane, sitting next to her at the library table, looked up. Lexi smiled at him, slightly embarrassed. “Sorry!” She whispered. “I’m just so -” her belly let out a loud growl that lasted a good four or five seconds before trailing off into a soft gurgle. She blushed.
Shane smirked. “Hungry?” he guessed. He reached over and patted her belly, causing Lexi to laugh.
Milk BarThis 4th Street studio was always dark and surprisingly filthier than the sidewalk that framed it;
a stage too small for mimes and ballerina types.
We figured that out in the eighties, but these dancers here tonight weren't even born yet,
nor was their producer.
So there they were, thumping around on the balls of their feet, freezing to death without a lunch break,
like the slavish, big-boned bison they'd grow up to be.
Us, a handful of has-beens in the audience - essentially the only benefactors left
and as we looked on, the reasons why were becoming unclear.
For twenty bucks a show, three nights in a row,
we applauded their resilience marked by starched tutus, sooty tootsies and sternum tissue-issues in uneven bunches...
such muchness on training-wheeled unicycles.
None of us missed that 4th Street bullshit
but we did miss being that adorably forgivable in the midst of molding our future selves
from the feathered depths of an indoor landfill.
The show was over
Tickling My Best Friend's Mom's FeetHere is another memorable time involving my best friend's Mom twice at different times.
We were in our early twenties, Rick and me, and we were always going over each other's houses. Now Rick's Mom, I'll call her Mrs P., and I were very close and I never thougth about tickling her at all. Lord only knows she was very attractive. She was short, about 5'4", short blonde hair, average weight, in her mid 40's and always wore long pants and dark blue socks with white tennis shoes. I would look because of my fetish but at that time that was as far as it went. Most of the time she would sit curled up in the corner of the couch reading her mystery novels.
The one time I wish I could have was when she came back from Wedding and she was weaing dress slacks and I happened to look down and saw she was wearing sheer, tan stockings and I could see she had small feet and painted her toenails. They were a very pretty pink and in the hose and sandles they looked fantastic and I do have to admitt that w
Innocent Victim Chapter 8"H.M.H.S. BRITANNIC!!!!!" growled an angry HMS Ajax. "Sorry!" Britannic pulled up next to him. "It's bad enough that we're breaking rules by sneaking out of the harbor but if we're caught the blame goes to you. No more fooling around, we get there, you two talk, and it's back to South Hampton. Got it?" the battleship groaned. Britannic nodded. "Sorry." As the two sailed onward, they hid from HMS Queen Elizabeth and HMS King George V, who were returning from an operation off the coast of France. As the battleships passed, Ajax couldn't help but admire his older brother. He wish he had a mate as beautiful as Queen Elizabeth. He pushed it away and he and Britannic kept sailing onward until they reached France.
Britannic looked among the sleeping ships and found the one he was looking for. "Olympic!" he whispered. She stirred but did not wake. He then snickered and thought of something. He gently pushed her out to sea, away from earshot, and yelled "AIR RAID!" Even Ajax rolled over, laughi
Female Co-Worker's Feet X3(Foot Related Fun Part2)I have this part time, working weekends, in a store and I mostly am in the concrete and lumber dept. I am suppose to assist where ever needed and believe me the cashiers do take advantage of this.
They page me constantly to get will-call, internet and shipped orders for customers ranging from appliances, counter tops, kitchen items and to load them for customers and such and this is in between trying to assist customers on concrete and asphalt construction.
Anyways, being the Holiday season, things are frantic there and yesterday afternoon was no exception. This one cashier/customer service Lady, Carol, always pages me for questions and assistance and she always flirts with me, joking of course.
Carol is in her late 50's, pretty, shorter hair, wears dressy tops and jeans and white tennis shoes.
So I get there and she asked if I could assist a customer on a repair issue and then she told me how her shoulders and neck were hurting from being on the phone and as I was walking away I took
Things You Shouldn't Do At WorkBeep. Beep. Beep.
The checkout girl scanned the bar codes of the few items the shopper had, a plastic smile on her face. "That'll be-" The facade fell when she heard the singing.
"So let me show you around, maybe play you a sound
You look like you're both pretty groovy
Or if you want something visual that's not too abysmal
We could take in an old Steve Reeves movie."
"Oh God, no."
"I'm glad we caught you at home, could we use your phone?
We're both in a bit of a hurry.
We'll just say where we are, then go back to the car
We don't want to be any worry."
"Don't do it, Lila."
"So you got caught with a flat, well, how about that?
Well babies, don't you panic.
By the light of the night when it all seems alright
I'll get you a satanic mechanic."
"This is your last chance."
But she didn't listen, and the next line came out in a scream as loud as Lila could throw her words.
"I'M JUST A SWEET TRANSVESTITE FROM TRANSSEXUAL, TRANSYLVANIA."
Chloe slapped her hand over her eyes and excused herself
Wife's Bedroom Feet (The Story)Tonight was fun and great but at the end it got cute and silly.
She came home from work and I suggested she bathe while I made dinner, so she did and we ate and afterwards she said she had some charting to finish on her laptop and as she walked by I joked and said that I have catching up to do with photos.
She asked and begged not tonight due to her work and I told her OK, well that was until she lay on the bed and started charting.
I crept in and she looked up and stated," didn't I tell you know photos and no tickling tonight cause of my work"?
I told her I wouldn't interrupt her and I carefully put the pillow over her ankles and took the photos of her feet as she had her ankles crossed but how to get her to change positions naturally? Simple solution, tickle them lightly and maybe the maddening itch would work and sure enough it did.
She crossed her ankles over the opposite way and I took the photos and lightly tickled them again till she put them side by side and then I really tickl
My MomMother - a feminine manifestation of love. Love that is name of sacrifice for her when she doesn't eat something so her child (no longer a teen) can enjoy eating it. Love, which shapes up as hope when she wants her son to be best and succeed. Love molds into her pride when her darling walks up to the rostrum and gets an award. Love which turns into aggression so she can fight for his son's survival, fetching for him his well-deserved recognition. Love becomes support and guidance, ever ready to be given whether he wants it or not. Her love can be illustrated as a hug, as a pat on her back, or may it be a compliment or simply, magical and soothing "Love".
My mom – a part of me, she is part of my life – most appropriately – she is my life. She is so very important I live through her breaths. I am her reflection, ambition, hope and faith and she is my mirror. Her love is unconditional, priceless and precious. Thank you my dear God for giving her to me as a blessing of yours.
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