And the winner is…

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Her father wanted her to take over their family business, but every cell of Sara’s body breathed dance.

Her father gave her one chance to prove herself in her chosen field of passion.

Today, she waited back stage with bated breath along with her team, as the results of the International Dance Competitions were to be announced, would it be dance or business? 

  And the winner is …

Sonya’s 3 Line tale #239 : To write a tale in 3 lines on the above picture prompt.

Through my eyes…

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Corona and its impact grips the world

 media spews fear in the minds of people

blowing things out of proportion.

Amidst all the negative pandemonium

they fail to highlight the rays of hope

emanating from kind souls

who reach out a helping hand,

infuse positive endurance.

I have realised, to see the world

through the people that surround me,

not through the blare of the breaking news.

Word count : 67

Haibun – Seasonal Epiphany!

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Myriad hues, textures and beauty dress the landscape. Be it the floral scents of spring , the white canvas of the wintry snow, the sultry heat of summers, the  heavenly drizzles of the rains, or the bare look of the autumn, the sublime transition of the seasons scripts its own story.  The daily melting of dawn into dusk of the revolving orb, spins magic on nature. Its cinematography ushers in a sense of serendipity. Effervescent dreams, drenching nostalgia, starry extravaganza, fiery passion, alluring desires, bewitching blossoms, frozen delights, somber melancholy, sensory fragrances, tranquil divinity, all find a place in the changing array of seasons. They weave a beautiful kaleidoscope of emotions, promise and hope.

seamless transitions

graceful femininity

redolent aura

Haibun is a Japanese genre of combining prose with poetry. The key to the art of haibun is the graceful pairing of poem and prose, where the poem links to the prose yet shifts away from it.

V.J’s weekly challenge #110 : Smell

Eugi’s weekly prompt : Transition

Birth of Dawn!

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The nascent amber rays trickle in

with a gentle caress, a loving cajole

it folds in, the obscurity of the night

 under its sublime embrace.

Smiling and aroused,

the moon passes the baton to the rising star

her radiance merges with his dazzle

seamless and graceful, a union so perfect

they birth a new day.

As the colors of dawn fills in

eyes behold the magnificence of nature

as the mystical drama unfolds

on the eastern horizon

when night meets day.

Eugi’s weekly prompt : Night meets day

V. J’s weekly challenge #109 : What a sight

Two sides of a coin…

In response to Bulbul’s 20 word story, I have written two tales…one happy and another sad.

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Hectic lifestyle had taken a toll on Sachi’s life. Quarantine introduced her to her unknown self, which lay buried deep.

Tested positive and in quarantine, he could not attend his mother’s funeral. The feeling of absolute helplessness numbed his heart.

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