Ed was in a fix. Making ends meet was difficult enough. Still, he didn’t want to break his promise to his daughter, not on her fourth birthday. A sad smile appeared on his face as he thought of her. The medium-sized pink teddy caught his eyes as he stepped into the thrift store. It was pre-loved, he knew. An unbroken promise and a joyous birthday kid was worth his lighter pocket.❤❤
Thank you ☺☺
To bottle up a memory that never got stale and once uncorked, one gets to relive the memory all over. Well, thank you, Daphne du Maurier, for this thought. And that got me thinking. Which memory would I love to bottle? Undoubtedly, it’d be that one evening in my childhood where I stood mesmerised by the glow of fireflies across the field facing my ancestral home. To my innocent mind, tiny angels had come with their magic lights. Fireflies are not magic- I know now. Still, I’d love to uncork my bottle to relive the magic.❤❤❤
Dear Readers,
Utmost Feelings, a poetry anthology is published and live now. I share with heartfelt gratitude and immense joy that I am one of the co-authors.
This book is a tribute to Astha Srivastava, a beautiful soul who had always mesmerised us with her poetry and who left us too soon. I wish to say many things, however, the right words evade. All I feel is happiness and gratitude- to True Dreamster publishers, to my amazing co-authors for their splendid words and efforts and to Astha.
This book is available on many platforms. If you wish to read them, please find below the links for paperbacks and e-books:
Happy reading & Take care ❤❤
– Roshni
Will our world ever run out of ink in lettering new problems? Though difficult to find, solutions exist too. Now, that’s comforting!!!
Thank You 😊😊
Walls and barriers-
I live within their familiar limits…
and I haven’t shattered any…
Oh! no, don’t sympathise
and tell me to be strong…
for I’m no warrior, I realise that.
When flaws failed to fade,
when scars hesitated to heal,
when rocky depths broke scarred ideals,
all I could do was lift my weary gaze
and let the limitless skies
greet me.
So dear, when I say to
let the skies tell you of their stars
and galaxies, their fallen ones
and newborns; do trust,
their miracles dwell in their serenity.❤❤
Sammi Cox Weekend Writing Prompt
Thank You😊😊
