Pixie Dust: 55 Fiction

Missing you was equal to missing the very essence of life. I searched for something inside the wooden chest. A tag was there with the inscribed words “Hope this Christmas gift spreads pixie-dusts over you”.

Pixie came running to me and we both ushered in the New Year together.

I missed you no more.

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Wish you all a very Happy New Year. :)

What is 55 Fiction? It is a fiction story, with all the basic elements of a narrative (plot, characters, setting, conflict), in 55 words or less(A non-negotiable rule).

~Windchime~

From my white window beauteous

Hangs a windchime since many days,

Seven sticks of whose in delight plays,

My life’s musical notes as it sways.

With every blow of air and each drop of rain,

The windchime starts to sing and swing,

To remove the patches of unheard pains.

The memories when usher sleepless nights,

The seven sticks join to sing lullaby

Soothing the soul, the music turns

Pained memories to a lifelong gain.

In the vastness of my blue skies,

My heart, like a small paper kite flies,

My mind’s strings doesn’t let go-

My mercy pleas to sorrows in denial dies..

Yet dances merry the fragile kite in the sky,

With every beat of the old windchime

And when my heart loses its path and weeps,

The windchime’s tunes holds me aloft and high..

Whenever the soothing air seems far away,

And gloomy remains the world, all night and day

Hope is what my windchime never loses..

The hope of air, and the hope of rain

And the hope itself becomes "The Music of Silence".

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Pixie Dust, I and Our 2 min of Fame !

Guess what!!! This year Santa actually came with a gift for me. Do you know what it is?

Read on to find out.

I was poking around in the city walk mall. It was a Wednesday and the weekly flea market was held in the huge sprawling area of the mall. I stopped over there and poked my head inside a hut shaped stall and to my utter surprise saw numerous cute puppies crawling here and there. I heard Santa ringing his virtual bell somewhere nearby.

A poster grabbed my attention:

“this Christmas adopt a puppy:

give home to a puppy and give your child a best friend”.

Last December I lost my Tom- my cute li'l doggie and since then his memories have not left me alone. But yesterday I leaped in joy at this opportunity to adopt a puppy and fulfilled my long cherished desire to have a pet again.

I immediately went ahead to select a pup for me. So many cute pups were playing around. Some were sleeping, a few were the restless lost eager to showcase their enthusiasm and few were just quite. All of them were of Indian breed. They were perfectly taken care of and well groomed by the PFA members. All of them were so cute that anybody would fall in love with them. This did not confuse me to select the one, meant just for me.

She was the prettiest- the only princess ruling there- a bit restless yet graceful OP. OP- that was she was fondly called by the members. I learned from them that she would complete 2 months on 15th jan and that her mom was a mixed-labra breed.

The moment I held her in my arms, I touched beauty. Her black eyes bore an innocent look that melted my heart like the way an ice-cream melts. Her golden-brown fur was very smooth and soft. I hugged and patted her lovingly. She appeared very quite and curious in my company and was well mannered. I noticed an orange string around her neck with a ‘Sai baba’ locket. (guess it was a divine clue, since I have tremendous faith in Saibaba!)

Quicky I completed the adoption procedure which included a submission of a form and a registration fee. This is an initiation by PFA(People For Animal) under the guidance of Dr. Ambika Shukla(sister of Menaka Gandhi). I interacted with some of the members and they educated me about overall care of the puppy. The best part is she will get free vaccination and other health check-ups for her entire life.

Meanwhile a lady following my activities approached and requested me to say a few words about this whole experience for her evening show of NDTV India. I agreed sheepishly and wow! It felt great to be on air.

I held OP carefully in my lap and started walking towards my home. On my way home, I baptized her “Pixie Dust”. My dear “Pixie”.

Every one in my home were delighted specially my lil bro. As if these happiness were not enough, I even get to see myself on NDTV India news channel while cuddling my Pixie to no end.

It was amazing to see myself on screen. I sounded sweet. Pixie and I reflected a beautiful bond onscreen. Gosh! I was looking beautiful too, not to mention about my Pixie. ;) :P


Pixie Dust is the best X’mas gift I have ever received. This cute li'l Pixie has wrapped my world with so much more warmth and happiness.

PS: well at present she behaves like a new-born who only eats and sleeps and it is a blessing to have her in my life.

Love you Pixie. :)

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Oh! Santa!

Oh! Santa,

You told me to look at the brighter side of life

Wiping the tears I must always smile

I am so lucky to be born this way

Where the world around me dances in gay.

While on merry-go-round, enjoying my ride

I close my eyes on the forlorn child

But my restive soul keeps pondering over

To the unlucky ruffians and shambled rover .

For you,

Stars and bells lay shining on the tree

Every face lay lit glimmer with glee

Every hand is a Christmas gift galore

In your sleigh Santa, you enter every door.

But will you visit the lovelorn child,

His shattered life will you compile,

All those ones who are marred by fate

Will you give them a slice from your cake? 

Agony and despair is their only friend.

Oh! Santa,

Will you ever alter this Perennial Trend?

Tell me,

With whom shall I celebrate dear,

With the blessed souls or the hearts soaked in tear?

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Wish you all Merry Christmas! :)

Gone are the Days

Dancing bubbles with strings attached.

Surfaces colored with dots and stars.

Sometimes plain and sometimes multy

Sometimes round, at times arty.

Gone are the days when these bore a place

In every kid’s life, those restless chase.

Now a balloon seller is seldom seen

The children today are never so keen

To buy these balloons, vivid and magical

Filled with colors and dreams so real.

Video-games and electronic toys

Today replaced these little joys.

But how on earth one can attain

The joy of running in the autumn rain

And leaping to the balloon seller

To hold the string in childish flair.

Tiny tots lay bereft of lost old treasures-

And the value of the bygone pleasures.

Balloons and teddies lay out of place 

In this age of malice and pretense

Innocence itself has got lost

Amongst the rush of modernization.

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PS. Penned this poem on March 10,08

PPS. This poem derives inspiration from a lonely balloon seller walking all the way in a posh colony with a faint hope that he might get a child clinging to him for a balloon but sadly no body turned up and what he could vision only was a huge scape of empty road ahead of him as if he ws non existent.

*Pic: From an e-mail.