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Past, Present, or Future [Guest Post – Karishma]

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Past, Present, or Future – which phase do you live your life in and why?

First of all, thank you Vanessa for giving me this prompt !!! Because of you now I know myself much better. It helped me in evolving new myself.


Past : My past is the most wonderful thing that has happened to me, like a roller-coaster ride…..with many ups and downs but yet the most precious time which even today when thought about, brings a smile on my face…..how stupid we were!!! But I suppose that stupidity was the essence of my childhood.

Here I would like to share one incident. I and my younger brother had an afternoon school whereas, my elder brother used to go in the morning….we used to be jealous of him, that he used to get more time to play than us.

One day, we both decided to bunk the school. I was in third standard and he in fourth standard. We went to school as usual and acted like Amitabh Bachchan and Vidya Balan…..so natural ….that teacher decided to send us home as we were having severe stomach ache. This continued for almost 3 days but on 3rd day our bus driver felt suspicious so he decided not to take us back home. And, I tell you, our school was 10kms far away from our house.

Now, we were out of school, bus driver didn’t take us, with no money in the pocket….what would we have done!! And, the fun begins here!!

We started walking and after half an hour’s continuous walk my brother asked what if we take our lunchbox as our parents will doubt us!! What a detective thought!! How foolish that we didn’t knew that even if we walk whole day we would not reach home by 6 in the evening and then what? (makes me smile how smart we were).

So we sat on a bench outside temple to have our tiffin!! Weren’t we smart enough!! But then, my uncle who used to come to the bank near to that temple, he had come for some work. And, guess what, firstly he thought some kids have bunked their school and wasting their time here.

The more we came to close to each other, more shocked were we!! He took us home and then you can understand what would have happened with us. Till today I haven’t forgotten the smacking we have got ….but still I will not call it abuse in foreign terms.

This is just one incident and my past is full of such precious moments….and when you have such a wonderful past, won’t you love to stay in it forever and ever??

And now my answer to this prompt is:

Yes, I live in the present taking along the positivity and freshness of my past to give my future (my kids) the most wonderful future, like the past I had – A CHILDHOOD loaded with fun, enjoyment, foolishness, innocence and TRUE HAPPINESS!!!!!!

And, what about you, where do you LIVE??

By Mocktailmommy – Karishma


I’m excited to host my first guest on 5 Minutes – Karishma from MocktailMommies! Our past defines our present – we’re the sum of our past experiences; and Karishma has accurately illustrated this point with her nostalgia packed post.

This post is written for the December bloghop #mymojo with Shalzmojo

Linking up for #wordsante with Namysaysso for every post deserves some love

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Manic Monday

Another Monday, another start of a week, another countdown to the weekend. This is all my life is at the moment.

I always thought that I would never be one of those people who succumbed to the pressures and routine of life. But alas, I have become one of those people, which goes to show that I’m just another human being.

I had more pride in myself while I was growing up. I had high ideals, wild ideas, and a passionate drive toward living life with a smile on my face.

Unfortunately, a series of life’s challenges pounded me to a pulp, even though I valiantly fought with every fiber of strength within me. Though I emerged victorious from all the challenges life boxed me with, they did a good job of tiring me out, rupturing my iron will, and smashing my rose-tinted glasses to smithereens (poor poor glasses of mine).

My heart and mind bear battle scars and wounds that burn wickedly when I attempt to soothe them. My soul is sitting quietly in a corner, trying to recuperate from the bashing and punches thrown its way by life.

It’s currently disoriented and fractured. It’s going to take a while before I feel whole again.

Till then, oh, it’s just another manic Monday!

Which reminds me, it’s a good day to hear it’s namesake song


This song makes me feel that I’m not the only one going through the routine of life. I guess we all identify with this song. For me, I identify most with the lines:

Have to catch an early train
Got to be to work by nine.
And if I had an aeroplane
I still couldn’t make it on time.

‘Cause it takes me so long
Just to figure out what I’m gonna wear…

I guess that’s why people like Steve Jobs preferred wearing the same colour and style clothes everyday – does save a LOT of time.

Anyway, so how do you greet Monday? With a smile or a frown? Do you listen to any song to PEP up your Monday? Do share. Would love to hear from you. 

Linking up to Write Tribe’s #MondayMusings

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Venice 🙂

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The Salt of My Life #writebravely

For a long time while I was a child, I thought I was weird. Well, actually I am. No, not weird, but slightly quirky in bits and pieces. You see, I love daydreaming. I observe something and then my imagination blatantly ignores the real world and opens up an enchanting world where anything is possible.

Fish could sail through air, rainbows could be seen underwater, flowers could sing the loveliest tunes, roads made of exquisite jewels, elephants could be as small as ants, we could have dinosaurs as pets, and our houses would be on clouds! Oh, the many magical things have I daydreamed… each one as precious and rare as the next.

My imagination opens the doors to spaces where I can experience a world that exceeds reality. My mind and vision are broadened by what I see and feel. Yes, feel. These daydreams of mine are as real as reality for me.

It is my refuge during days filled with life’s harshness and bitterness. Imagination helps me overcome the most will-breaking days of my life. When I’m in doldrums, my imagination with it’s vivid visions of positivity and brilliance instills me with hope, courage, and strength to pull through and get back to business.

Imagination also fuels my writing. Without it, my writing would be soulless.

If there’s one resource that’s stood the test of time, and been by me through all the shades of life, it is my imagination and my daydreams. They infuse a distinct flavour to life. Perhaps, they’re the salt of my life.

What’s the salt of your life? Do you have a resource that you have or use in life?


I am taking part in The Write Tribe Festival of Words #6 Today’s prompt is to Share about a resource/s you have or use

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