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My Battle With The Smoking Habit

My Battle With The Smoking Habit








I am re-blogging a very old post of mine which I wrote more than a year back. This post describes my personal war with the smoking habit. I am re-posting it in the hope that it may help those of you who are trying to kick the habit of smoking. So here goes…



It all started as a fad. I was one of those straight as arrow young men who considered smoking

Played For A Sucker

Played For A Sucker










It was a bright, cold day in April. Sophie and I made our way along the dirt path to the shack where we had been meeting for the last six months secretively. We carried picnic bags. We wanted to spend one last day together. We made love on the floor of the shack. 




‘Oh! John, I just cannot wait for the day when we can be together forever.’ Sophie said after ten

I Feed An Old Man - Friday Fictioneers

I Feed An Old Man - Friday Fictioneers








Fortunately, I could locate this shop and purchase the Louise-Vuitton shoes in time. I had another ten minutes to reach the venue of the interview. I looked at my reflection in the glass doorways. I looked smart. But out of the corner of my eyes, I also saw the old man. He looked like he hadn’t eaten for days. Something snapped inside me. I got

The Cobbler's Love - FFfAW Challenge – 187th

The Cobbler's Love - FFfAW Challenge – 187th








I crept past several boats and trawlers anchored in the shallow waters of the port. Every nerve in my body strained with passion. Suddenly a shadow came out of the early morning darkness and moved towards me. Friend or Foe? As soon as the figure was a few feet away I realized it was Mahmud. I was about to speak when Mahmud put his fingers on

The Sweet Smell Of Freedom - Sunday Photo Fiction

The Sweet Smell Of Freedom - Sunday Photo Fiction







John was tired of his job as a sweeper. The heat, the
all-pervading smell of waste and the smell of his own sweat made him want to
puke. He had taken up this job two weeks back. Nancy, his wife had been
hell-bent on his going to work. He was also tired of Nancy's constant yelling. So,
when Nancy saw this advertisement for a sweeper's job

The Eye Of The Predator - #writephoto

The Eye Of The Predator - #writephoto











I made my way rapidly across the hay scattered everywhere. I was searching for Jill. I could not see her anywhere. I looked up at the sky. The Sun’s rays were slowly diminishing. Where was Jill? I had to find her quickly and get back home. I had put the kids to sleep and left them alone. I had waited for nearly three hours for Jill to return. She

I, Me, Myself

I, Me, Myself





Hi everyone,





My friend Sue Vincent gave me the opportunity to speak about myself in her blog. Here is what I had to say. Please do read...





Sue Vincent's Daily Echo



I asked the writephoto challenge regulars if they would like to come over and introduce themselves.

Without those of you who write and read the pieces inspired by the weekly photos, the prompt would

My Fitness Journey

My Fitness Journey









First of all, I would like to thank my online blogger buddy, Shruti C Thakkar for introducing me. She blogs at Creative Pencil. Her blog is one with several interesting posts and I head for it every time I feel the itch for a thought-provoking read.







Now, on to my article. If you walk along the streets of Chennai or any rural village in Tamil Nadu in the

A Blind Date With The World - #TheBlindList #SayYesToTheWorld

A Blind Date With The World - #TheBlindList #SayYesToTheWorld








I often wonder what kind of life nomads live. When I was a child, my thoughts as far as nomads were concerned were generally like, ‘life must be really wonderful for nomads..., no rules to follow..., no school..., happy-go-lucky life..., eat exotic foods..., see a new place every day..., how fantastic that must be...’ This

I Steal Mangoes

I Steal Mangoes







I stealthily crept outside the stone building that held us. I would be whipped if I got caught. I reached the Mango tree and climbed up quickly. I plucked a number of mangoes and stuffed them into my pockets. I climbed down and ran as fast as I could from the stone prison holding us children before deportation. I might still get caught and end up being sent back to my