Celebrating life with Bruno

Happiness and celebrations are priceless commodities that cannot be purchased from
 the market.
Yet they find a way to trickle into our lives like a fresh stream of water. No window
or door can stop them neither can a invite sign outside our home coax it to enter our
homes and our lives.
 For me its not about the big festivals that bring me joy its my pet dog Bruno. The moment
I enter the porch I can hear him barking and welcoming me home.As soon as I enter
 the front door he comes running towards me wagging its tail and when I bend down to cuddle it
then Mr Bruno begins to lick my hands and my face. This is his way of welcoming and greeting me.
 I can feel his love in the cuddle and then when I sit to watch TV it would come and
snuggle down  near me and keeps his head on my foot. He has a great sense of timing
.He has a number of play toys but the rubber bone that once used to be his soother
that he used to bite into when he was getting his teeth, the green tennis ball and
a red Frisbee are his favorites. Whenever his play time approaches he would pick
one of the toys that he fancies on that day and then brings it to me with the toy
 caught in its mouth. This is the indication that it’s the time of the day when I am supposed
to take it out and play with him in the garden.
If I do not take instant action of immediately getting up and take him to the park
them he would leave the toy and gently rub his burly head against my feet to get my attention.
 I find this gesture of his  full of love and affection and it makes me immediately very happy.
When I finally take him to the park its my job to throw the toy as far as possible and then it would run and fetch it for me.
 He does that in return for a cuddle and hug that he gets on each successful completion of the mission of retrieving the toy.
This activity not just strengthens our bond of friendship but also provides us moments to celebrate our life together.
There are days when I am away for work or out of town and when I return he would jump over me and start licking my face or keep going in circles wagging its tail. He makes me feel so important and loved and this love calls for a celebration in which we revel every day.

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Dil ki deal to save two lives

My best friend was my next door neighbor. We were friends since our childhood. We shared the same likes and dislikes. Our tastes in books were the same and we often shared our favorite books with each other. Both of us loved to watch romantic movies and also were fans of the same hero. It was our daily routine to meet in the evenings and discuss the day’s happenings. Whenever my mother made our favorite dish I would go to her place and shared it with her. She also did the same. My best friend was about to get married and we friends were very happy about it. I was to be with her in all the preparations and celebrations. Right from the selection of the card to deciding the menu I was part of the entire process and why not I had been her best friend for so long that we were more like sisters. We spent most of our time together and depended on each other for almost every thing. We had a pact amongst us that we would not get married without each other attending the function. Who ever got married first would need the other to be by her side all along the preparation and celebrations.
As my best friend was getting married first it was my responsibility to be part of the celebrations and preparations. I had been super excited by the prospects of my best friend marriage who was more like my sister then just being my best  friend. The wedding ceremony for her was to be the next evening and was arranged at a farm house that was outside the city. I had been supervising the decoration, lighting and all other preparations. She and the family were to come there only in the evening. By afternoon it began to rain but we had nothing to worry about as our venue was fully covered with waterproof tents. We even had a covered area to accommodate any extra guests. I had made all the preparations and was waiting for my friend and her family to arrive at the venue. Suddenly the wife of the Gardner went into labor. I was the only woman around and by chance my car was the only motorized vehicle around. I was in a fix. On one hand was the wedding of my best friend who was more of a sister than a friend and on the other side were two lives at stake one that of a pregnant women and other that of the unborn child. It was time to make a choice and I had to make a big decision. I chose to drive the woman to a hospital which was several kilometers away. It was a long slow drive for me but I was able to take the pregnant women there safely and she delivered a healthy baby girl. I missed most of the wedding and by the time I came back my best friend was about to go to her new home. I thought that she would be angry with me but she was not she understood and supported my decision. That day I had made a dil ki deal that had saved two lives.

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Dil ki deal to help the needy

We are a group of five friends. We have all been the best of friends since our school days. We stayed in the same colony. We also played games together. We regularly organized cricket matches with boys of different colonies. We usually kept these matches on a Sunday as it was a holiday. We used to have lots of fun in these matches the dress code was strictly white. The two teams stood in two rows and greeted each other. The two umpires were two elderly uncles from both the colonies. The batsman   then walked on to the field twirling his bat with style while the bowler stood ready to bowl in his first ball of the innings. Those Sundays were the most memorable ones in our lives We had been in the practice of hanging out together and going out for movies picnics and long drives. This practice of ours continued even after school but then we moved on in our lives and moved to different cities. We never wanted to drift apart so kept in touch with each other over chat and mobile calls. We made it a point to meet at least once a year and go together for a holiday. This holiday used to be the most awaited event of the year for us and we all looked forward to it. We followed this practice to coincide this reunion with the birthday of any one of the member of the group by rotation. This way it used to be a grand birthday celebration for that person. That particular year the reunion was about to coincide with my birthday and I was really excited about it.  I had made special plans for my birthday and chalked out the itinerary too. As my friends arrived one by one the celebration for my birthday began to roll in. Everyone was very excited as we were meeting after such a long time that it seemed that we are meeting after eternity. We had decided to go to a hill station by road. As we started our journey our merry making reached a high pitch as we sang songs and made merry pulling each others legs, everyone was having a good time. As we passed through a village we were greeted by a desolate village.  We were struck by the silence of the village. The entire population of the village had started living in make shift camps as their homes were ravaged due to a recent storm. Even the sole water well that was the source of water for them had collapsed and had become unusable. It was a sad sight to see so many people having lost their homes. As we were about to move out of the village something stopped me. I felt I could not go and celebrate my birthday party when so many people are living without roofs over their head or without proper drinking water. I felt the compelling need to do something for them. We pooled whatever money we could and gave it to the villagers so that they could get the village well repaired and arrange for the food. This was my dil ki deal that I made to do my bit for those in need

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In support of #IamWashiqur and every single blogger of this world

What does a blogger want?
I ask this question to all my blogging fraternity.
For me it is access to my personal space and the right to express myself without the fear of any bodily harm or intimidation to myself or my family.
When I say this my thoughts go to Washiqur Rahman and before him it was Avijit who were so brutally in the most inhuman way.
My question is that man and human society gave up barbaric lifestyle many centuries ago. In the present times freedom of speech and expression are believed to be fundamental expressions. However such brutal incidents raise a question such as are we living in a civilized society?
Through this post of mine I extend my support to the families of the slain bloggers and salute the indomitable spirit of every blogger and freedom loving person