Very short stories

After writing many a long prose the idea of short story tickled my mind. I personally love short stories than novels. Here's my first try at it.Do comment your thoughts. It will help me improve.

Story #1
With a mind full of thoughts about her busy schedule as she descends the stairs, a known voice which was not heard for long, calls her from behind and in a while all her past moments flashed in front of her eyes.

Story #2
 The curious child asks his older brother "Why did GOD create this world?" Confused by his question the older one smiled "well I guess he didnt have a choice."

Story #3
 The girl returned from school and called out "Mum, where's the food?" Little did she know that people die but habit remains.

How do you wish to be remembered as?

I was having a casual discussion with dad who had just returned from a "Smaran Sabha" (remembering a person who has died), of one of his colleague who passed by few days back. Dad was a bit gloomy as the thought of the inevitable loomed in his mind and made him realise that probably his danger time has started and one by one all his friends and relatives are bidding good bye.

I brushed up those thoughts immediately and started discussing something else. He then said that the uncle whose Smaran Sabha he has attended , was a man with acid tongue. No matter what he did, though genuine, did little to cut short his bitter tongue image. The people speaking on the Sabha tried their best to enclose his negative behaviour with a positive note yet that feeling which had hurt people was prominent from their words. I jokingly told my dad since the uncle is no more people are making this effort to sound their grievances as sweet as possible. Had he been alive they would have spoken only about the negativity.

This led me ponder as to how we would be remembered when we die. Surely we will not be there to witness everything , yet do we want people to remember us as a person who was jovial, sweet, loving, caring etc etc  or do we want us to be remembered for our anger, poor behaviour. As long as we live we care so much about our image but what happens when we die? Had that uncle been a little sympathetic towards people and had he not spoken ugly words, he shouldnt have been remembered like this.. Nobody is perfect but as they say words hurt more than physical assault, we can always choose our words wisely and think twice before speaking. This is not to say that we shouldnt take stand where necessary. Yes we should and its required. Again we can be only that much strict as required and always look at every possible aspect before giving our verdict. It would gain us people's respect and love.

Music Mania

Music is a part of our lives. It soothes your brain and calm it down, sympathises with your mood and relaxes you, acts as a medicine and help you to overcome grief. So on an so forth.

To describe the genre of music I would say I really dont have a fixed one. I like to listen to soft music mostly but during anxiety or joyful mood its the drumbeats that uplifts them. If I am at my singing class , classical music is what I feel I should rehearse more . I feel mesmerized by the sound of strings caused by the tanpura , the music of flute and never forget to thank the Almighty for this creations.

As I get stuck in the traffic while returning home the soft melodies of 80s and 90s never fail to grip me even I am thorough with their lyrics. Again I find myself dancing to the beats of the sound when I am in a jolly mood. This reminds me of a friend who relaxes mostly by plugging her earphones and dancing to the tune. Sad songs are another favourite of mine. I find great depths of emotions, voice and lyrics in them. It makes you think and related to your personal life.

Music has no limits, no bounds, no gender, no religion. It is simply wonderful in its own way. The day I am writing this post is Saraswati Puja and as an offering to God I simply pulled out my harmonium and sang whatever I felt like. It made my soul enriched with a sense of comfort and pleasure.