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Manali Himachal Pradesh India
Ancient mountain house
Symbol of bygone era
Rusted Elegance
Very rare to see the mountain architecture these days. Attracted towards the concrete, perhaps people are forgetting the practical utilities of these houses in the snow and harsh winter weathers. The way things are going, in near future they may only be adoring some museum walls.
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#HAIKU#mountain#ancient#elegance
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A MAZE
Internet a good source for searching information but when I am looking for something so many options are displayed and out of curiosity keep on clicking and by the time I reach the information I am looking for, exhausted as if run a marathon
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#haiku#internet#maze
Dedicated to all who dare to differ
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#haiku#courage
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#haiku#life#anger
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Life so uncertain
Hanging from delicate thread
Please stop all the hate
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#haiku#life#hate
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THE SPRINGS
Pure, clear and quiet
Source of rivers and oceans
Unacknowledged why?
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Courtesy Clay Artist Joy GuptaHeart ♥ in reverence
For blessings of Almighty
The world of thoughts flows
Today is my 100th post and it has been possible only due to blessings of
SHIVA (The energy)
MOHANJI (my GURUJI)
My fellow bloggers (liking, commenting and following my humble thoughts)
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My morning friends (simple pleasures)
Chaitanya my Son ( his honest suggestion and keen observation are valuable)
Joy my sister ( pure heart ♥)
Seema my Sister-in-law (my most ardent reader, never failing to comment)
Raghav Vaid my cousin ( for reading and encouraging me to keep going)
Family and friends ( Dropping by my posts on Facebook)
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Walking slowly looking at the burning Sun over the head, my throat dry, even the saliva was no help. As I moved forward my thoughts traveled backwards to incidences where I had thrown a near full water bottle after coming from school, a half filled glass into the kitchen sink or let the bucket overflow.
Suddenly I heard the familiar sound and hurried up my steps. There it was clear, sweet and sparkling. With tears of gratitude I quenched my thirst. That day I realized the fragility of life.
Bowing, I pledged never to waste even a drop.
This is a Friday Fictioneer story, inspired by the picture above, this week provided by Roger Bultot. FF is hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, who posts a picture online every week, and writer around the world write a 100-word story inspired by it. Click here to read stories by other writers, or here to join in.
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Longing to belong
Alone drowned in own silence
Breath sole companion
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In the World of Thoughts 