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Painting my hand with multiple colors serves to infuse it with magical powers, which is neither a good nor a bad thing, although once it is painted, it may be used for constructive purposes as well as for any nefarious deeds.  I had juju eyeballs before John Lennon sang about them and they were not hypnotic or mesmerizing, as this happened when I was completely smashed from drinking kamikazes and I am not doing that again any time soon.  The term juju evokes an image of African voodoo with half-naked native black men sporting bones through their noses, dancing around a large open fire, with a group of missionaries being boiled up in a large cauldron.  Juju was a pejorative term, signifying that there was no rhyme or reason to what might be selected for this religious devotion and some people feel this term was derived from the French word for…

Kaleidoscope

Know a beautiful paint pallet of colour.

Always act in an understanding way.

Love more powerful than hate.

Empowering change.

In our world together as one.

Do not treat anyone with disrespect.

Our joint effort to make the world a better place.

See our home turn into something to be proud of.

Clear the path to love and understanding.

Open the door to a wealth of opportunities

People understanding people

Escaping the bonds of hate.

Reena is the host of Reena’s Xploration Challenge

Reena’s Xploration Challenge

Welcome back!

It’s been a busy and tiring week. All I could muster is a very colourful image. Would love to see your creativity go berserk with it.

PROMPT #200

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The color drips from my stained fingers

Splotches of rainbow-colored paint stain everything

There is disdain in the looks they give me

Ignoring their discomfort, I look for a place

Where I can imprint this multihued message

So that whoever sees it

Knows what a colorful life I live

Where my thoughts are a Kaleidoscope

Whirling and moving in technicolor

Because neither I nor my brain is monochromic

For I see all the beauty of the universe

And store it to…

Shruti left the house with a pistol to kill her husband and end the issue forever.There was a confusion of thoughts in her head.

An ordinary fisherman named Sameer was living in Shruti’s village.

I have expressed his lifestyle in simple language here. In the following rhyme

Ordinary People

Life of the ordinary people
Straightforward and simple
The Sun rises and sets
They’re busy with fishing nets!!

In the low tide they cast nets
When It’s high tide they raise nets
Longing to fill stomach with food
They’re busy with separating seafood!!

As a normal person, people used to tease and use him as they wanted. Shruti’s husband used to take big fish from him and say, he would pay later. He was in debt but not paying.

So Sameer took a sporty but real looking pistol and came to Shruti’s husband’s place, where he is every day, in the…

Shruti got married and came home with her husband. Her husband’s parents kept their honeymoon in a famous 5 star hotel instead of at home. Shruti’s friends teased her and let her go.”Tell us tomorrow, who among you won,” her friend said jokingly. Somehow Shruti was embarrassed.

Their honeymoon room was decorated. There were rose petals all over the bed. There was soft music in the room. The scent of room freshener was everywhere. There was a pleasant atmosphere everywhere and in a glass bowl in the middle of the room, there were rose petals in rose water and in the middle a pink candle was burning. The edges of the bed were decorated with garlands of jasmine flowers.

She sat up in bed, stunned because she had never worn such a heavy sari and had never worn so many gold ornaments. It was all too heavy for her.

She…

so you come knocking
at this old broken down door
I don’t live here now

In response to: Reena’s Exploration Challenge #199

Inspired by Eugenia’s Weekly Prompt – Bouquet & Reena’s Exploration Challenge #199

With a simple, hand-pickedbouquetof fragrant flowers, he walked confidently towards her.“This may only seem like a small gesture on my part. But may it reflect my deepest affection for you and allow me to express more about the strong connection we have that transcends time.”Bowing with respect and reverence, he offers her the colorful array of blossoms.

She accepts the flowers, lifting them to her nostrils to inhale the sweet fragrances.

“You came back.But we are meeting for the first time.How is this possible?”

“Would you care to watch the movie “Somewhere In Time?”

**For all you romantics out there, I highly recommend you watch this movie!

Reena’s Xploration Challenge #199

“You came back.”

“But we are meeting for the first time.”

Georgie looked closer at him. Yes, there it was, the tiny scar above his top lip. Almost imperceivable. But she knew it well. He was older – yes, but she was older too. No longer beautiful, at least not in the way that most people saw beauty these days. No, her beauty was not superficial, but something that came from deep inside her. That was what had attracted him to her in the first place. Her eyes shone with something that seemed to be beyond this world. He wanted it for himself, but he could not quite reach it. Then Ann came along.

Ann was beautiful in an “in your face” kind of way. It was easy to reach. No work was required. He had her for a time, but then she grew tired of him…