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Bedtime Stories

What was your favorite book as a child? Did it influence the person you are now?
My favorite book as a child was Hans Andersen’s Tales. I don’t think it had any profound effect on me. I am now reading Stephen King’s book Bag of Bones. It won’t affect me, and it won’t change my way of looking at things. It’s just a question of what is available. 

How you are brought up, circumstances, people around you like parents, teachers, friends and your own perception are the factors which have a moulding and lasting effect on you as a person.

Last night M2 was sitting alone in the basement watching The Call. Normally I don’t watch murder movies. I wanted a walk, and that’s what I did. At scary moments I would retreat and walk to the other end, while M2 coolly and calmly watched it. I avoid movies like that, but with her watching I managed till the end. 

It’s the same with books. I only want a happy, happy book.😊


The Invitees

Daily Prompt: Seat Guru
You get to plan a dinner party for 4-8 of your favorite writers/artists/musicians/other notable figures, whether dead or alive. Who do you seat next to whom in order to inspire the most fun evening?


What Fun! I am having butterflies in my stomach at the thought of having Oprah Winfrey, Stephen King, Umera Ahmed, and Bapsi Sidhwa to dinner. First let me write them an invitation:
Dears, please come and have dinner with me on such and such date. You don’t know me, but I promise you once you get to taste the food I cook, you will be hooked for life. You will be dropping uninvited to eat at my table. It’s another matter that I don’t have one (I disposed off the dinning table, after R passed away), but let not that deter you from coming. I am sure we will manage with the smaller tables lying around.
Looking forward, Sheen.

Then I will wait for their replies; that is if they deign to reply. Now who knows Sheen?

Okay, maybe they were intrigued by my invitation, and decided to accept.

I know I will be in a frenzy of excitement. Once the initial excitement pepper down, I will have jitters. I know…… I know…. Why did I get the idea in my fuddled head?

Now wait, this was the daily prompt’s idea. Why did I act on it? Why did I get myself in this situation?

After repenting thoroughly, I will try to gather my failing spirits, and google the invitees preferences in food. That done, I will get the food supplies. Why did I exaggerate my cooking capabilities? That was not a good idea?

Write in haste, and repent at leisure. Now what was the actual saying? It was probably doing in haste, something like that. Wasn’t it?

I have heard the cars arriving. I am here at the door to receive them. I will let them decide where they want to sit. I can only hope that they enjoy the food I have cooked. I will ask Umera and Bapsi to sign the books I have with me, once dinner is over, but let them not hear it just now.

The Invitees


Daily Prompt: Fright Night
Do you like being scared by books, films and surprises? Describe the sensation of being scared, and why you love it or don’t.
Show Frightening.


I don’t like being scared. As a child while reading scary stories I would get too scared, convinced that the characters inside the stories would come and get me. At night I would burrow inside the bed cover to hide from scary creatures.

Even as an adult I can’t watch horror movies or television series. Sometimes I get brave enough to watch it with my family. It is a total NO when I am on my own.

Once I was watching a movie in which a spider gets transported here from South America’s forest. The spider quickly multiplies and people start dying. No one can fathom as to why it’s happening. I was watching a scene in which the spider drops on a person. At that moment I let out a blood curling scream and jumped to my feet madly brushing away at my clothes.

I like Stephen King’s books. He is the King of Horrors. After reading two and a half of his books I decided It would be better for my heart if I stop reading them. Pity I can’t read his books.

I remember, “The Shining” the three part television miniseries. For me it was too painful to watch and I couldn’t stay away. It was the same when I watched, “Storm of the Century.” My heart thudded painfully in my chest and I was petrified with fear.

In May 2010 we went to Busch Gardens, Williamsburg, Virginia. Their 3D enactments were good. In one of the castle I took off my 3D glasses to escape from the fear of frightening creatures coming near me.

It is strange one does not feel any fear watching, “Pirates of the Caribbean,” and it’s Sequels though Johnny Depp plays an undead person.