#600 ♥ Day 48 ♥ Happiness is spending thirty minutes for the self.

Happiness is spending thirty minutes on self-reflection. These days, I rarely get the chance to spend time on myself. It's nice to take a few minutes to reflect on my thoughts and think of solutions to my problems. I'm happy to do it and I hope to do it more often.

This is my 600th post and I've asked my wife to write a small poem for me. Once she writes it, I'll post it.

Are you one of those who love to spend time for your own? Join the gang. Spread Love!

And here is a small poem dedicated to Vidhya…

You read my mood,
Just like a book;
‘Dear, I need to reflect…’?
Life is simple!

This post is published as a part of 50 Days of Happiness Challenge. Much Love!

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Day 27 ♥ Happiness is Celebrating Blog Birthday!

Never did I think that I would be celebrating the seventh birthday of my blog when I started writing under the pen name "Someone is Special" on this wonderful platform. It feels like just yesterday that I launched the blog on October 20, 2009, using the free internet service available at my office. Time has flown by so quickly! The journey from an unknown writer to the best selling author of multiple books and editor of the Shades of Life book series has been an exciting one, and I hope this journey continues for eternity.

This would not have been possible without the constant support of many sweethearts. I have thanked them countless times, but I would like to thank them again. I would like to start by thanking my wonderful wife and sweet mother for always being there for me, no matter what happens in life. I also want to thank my other family members, close friends, and all the editors I have worked with – from Vinit Bhai (Uff Ye Emotions 2 editor) to all the sweethearts with whom I have worked so far, as well as all my publishers and Sachin.

I also want to thank my blogger friends who have been with me from the beginning – Leo, Zainab, Rachana, Jingle, Simran, Ayushi, Pranali, Aish, TF, Saru, Brian, G-Man, Amity, Vibz, Nanka, Scribbling Gal, Dreamy Girl, Cloud Nine, Sri Valli, Panchali, Norman, Ellecee, Sulaiman, Namrata, Anita, and all my anonymous readers, whose emails I always treasure the most. Without your support, I would not have written posts here. Thank you all!

My roommates (Arun, Deva, Raghu, Siva TK, Sridhar, Vivek, Mohan, Manoj, Atul, Kiran, Aamir, Revanth, and Karthik) have suffered through many torturous nights listening to my idiotic romantic stories, but still provided feedback to make them better. Thank you all. My managers (Saji, Patro, Moses, Rachel, Kittu, KV, and all my colleagues) have trusted my talent and given me opportunities despite knowing that I am a regular writer at night. Thanks :)

Special thanks to IndiBlogger for the grand platform, to Blog-a-Ton for everything I own from them, and to BlogAdda for announcing my name to the blogosphere in 2010. Thanks to Google for providing the blogger service for free and for indexing all my posts.

Ah! How could I forget you, dear Few Miles? A part of me resides inside you and that is what is loved by most of my readers, and is cherished as the undisputed romantic king of the blogosphere. You are my best gift, and my gift to you will be an unending relationship with you, no matter how big or popular I grow in life.

Thank you all for making this journey special!

Remember the first day you started writing. Share your old-gold memories. Spread love!

Yesterday was my Little One Simran Kaur's blog birthday. Visit her blog My Friendship and shower love!

And here is a small poem dedicated to Vidhya…

My dream girl,
My real girl,
Makes my life,
Happy and sweet!

You multiply my happiness,
You subtract my sadness,
You add sweet moments,
You divide my loneliness!

You are everything to me... love you ♥

This post is published as a part of 50 Days of Happiness Challenge. Much Love!

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♥ 6 Years ♥

Six years in Blog-o-sphere. I am super-duper excited! It sounds like yesterday I started writing at my blog, and I never thought that time would fly this fast. The journey from an unknown writer to the compiler and editor of two books is exciting like heaven, and I wish this journey continues forever till eternity. This would not have happened without the constant support of my sweet mom, my wonderful wife, my other family members, my editors – right from Vinit Bhai (Uff Ye Emotions 2 Editor) to all the eight wonderful sweethearts I have worked with so far, my wonderful publisher Sachin and PG, my blogger friends for staying with me right from day one – Leo, Zainab, Rachana, Jingle, Simran, Ayushi, Pranali, Aish, TF, Saru, Brian, G-Man, Amity, Vibz, Nanka, Scribbling Gal, Dreamy Girl, Cloud Nine, Sri Valli, Panchali, Norman, Ellecee, Sulaiman, Namrata, Anita and my anonymous readers whose emails I always treasure.

Thank you all for making this journey special. Special thanks to IndiBlogger, for the grand platform, to Blog-a-Ton, for everything I own from them and to BlogAdda for announcing my name to blog-o-sphere in 2010.

And I made this collage to recall all that happened from day one. Hope you will like it :D

I want to celebrate this day in a unique way. That’s the reason I invited the contributing authors of Friendship- Bonds Beyond Time anthology to share a few words. Thank you Simran, Mahesh, Prakash and… (I'll add more as I receive) I hope you enjoyed reading them :D

Happy Birthday Few Miles by Simran Kaur

I heartily congratulate you Sarav for not only completing six golden years of blogging but achieving more than that. Few Miles, a perfect epitome of love and romance won my heart right from the first time I visited it. Every memory of it is still fresh in mind and it feels good to revisit them every now and then...celebrating our friendship. It's not just a blog but a beautiful home of emotions weaved through words alone. The best part...It's been five years and we still continue to cover miles after miles together. I feel fortunate to be part of this wonderful journey. Wish you many many more success miles to cover in coming future.

Let your pen speak
all that you hold in heart
because there are millions
who live by it part by part

Let your pen speak
those unsaid words
because that's how
this journey started
as a bud...

Let the bud of thoughts
come out and flourish
because it is meant
to spread happiness
and cover yet another
mile of love and peace

While I walk down the memory aisle...there is this beautiful reminisce...one that inspired me to write...to dream...to...

Posted by Ayushi Khare on Tuesday, October 20, 2015

Alive by Mahesh Sowani

I stand beneath the Peepal Tree
Its rustling lively green leaves
Make me realize its life
It has been here for ages
And so am I
It is alive
And so am I
While I have been alive for such long
Why did it take so long
for me to realize its liveliness?
May be
It was always what it was
I had to make efforts
To be what I always was

Prakash Guru

Life is beautiful because it is made up of people albeit some are good and some are bad, while some are just amazing and I was lucky enough to meet two of the most amazing people, yeah Sachin and Sarav. When Sarav asked me to write some words on the occasion of 6 years of Few Miles, an incredibly well constructed blog with posts that shall make you revisit it every now and then, I felt like a tyro in front of this humongous blog. If it was not for the efforts of Sarav, Shades Publications would have been still crawling. No doubt Sachin and I were always there from its inception, but it was Sarav who brought about a change by his witty imaginations and methods. On this occasion of 6 years of Few Miles, I wish and hope that shades shall walk a few more miles and may be till eternity in the hands of Sarav and his team.

Thank You Sarav for everything, a prolific writer but more than that an incredibly great human being. I wish you all the success and happiness in your life.

As a token of friendship, I have hosted a very small giveaway on Goodreads. The giveaway is open for all Indian Residents. They giveaway closes on November 30, 2015. The results will be announced on Goodreads and the book will be sent to the winners.

Goodreads Book Giveaway

Friendship Bonds Beyond Time

by Saravana Kumar Murugan

Giveaway ends November 30, 2015.

See the giveaway details
at Goodreads.

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I love comments. I will be back with an interesting post soon.

Till then, take care.

Have a great week ahead!

Prost! (Cheers)

♥ 500 ♥

500th post. It sounds like a dream, and yes, it is a dream!

The dream of a writer, who dedicates his words to someone special in his life, and lives in those words.

The journey, so far, is a mix of ups and downs, smiles and tears, learnings and mistakes, love and hurt, and what not... still it is a sweet one. Few Miles – the best part of me – may not be the best written blogs on blog-o-sphere, but of this, I’m sure: the words are from my sweet little heart. It must have touched the heart of the readers and made them feel good, and to me, this has always been enough.

Today, I’m happy because of many reasons. In fact, I would like to list them:

1. My wife is feeling better now. She is back to Germany, and we celebrated our second anniversary, last Sunday.
2. “I’m all yours”, short story co-authored with Simran Kaur of My Friendship, is getting published in the book “A Little Chorus of Love”. This is my 6th book as a contributing author.
3. Few Miles turned five. My friends and I celebrated it in a special way on my blog.
4. And this is my special 500th blog post.

When I’m happy, I want everyone to be happy. Are you ready to be happy?

Here you go, the winners of “flipkart.com e-gift vouchers giveaway”

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Congratulations! Hope the winners got my email. Do acknowledge it to claim the vouchers. Thank you! Also find Flipkart coupons here, if you wish to buy books at the best prizes.

And to all my dear friends, a very big Thank You for being there always!

It's time to celebrate! Please raise your glasses and enjoy the champagne…

What If?

Welcome to the last day of the guest posts series!

What If I had to start his intro like he wrote the post? What If I had not been to Blog-o-sphere? Would I be friend today with this fantastic poet (my Haiku master) who likes to be called by his nickname? Maybe… or May not be, but we are happy for being writer friends today!

Eight years he has been breathing in Blogsville and five years along with me, he is a fantastic rhyming poet, a talented fiction writer, and a certified book reviewer. Still he calls himself an amateur poet!

He rhymes without reason, because for him writing is love, an art that he is trying to be perfect. (He is the perfectionist!).

Okay, without further ado, let me welcome my friend, Vinay Leo R of I Rhyme Without Reason (my favorite poet) to pen down his thoughts. The stage is all yours da!

What if I had not been to Blog-a-Ton? Would I be friends today with this famous blogger who goes by the name Saravana, or Someone is Special? Our blogging rivers might have crossed and found the same ocean sometime later, but who’s to know if we’d have met in the ocean that is Blogsville.

What if I had not found his blog? I’d have missed out on some nice romantic stories, that’s for sure. It is this dude’s forte. He thrives on it. And yes, a couple of posts (at least) on the maestro Sachin. And some haiku, but I need to have a long chat with him on the form. Not on chat. So he better stop eating hamburgers in Hamburg and return to the garden city where we can discuss it over masala dosa.

What if I had not met him in person? I wouldn’t have had some nice talks. I think the first time we met, we discussed mobiles. We had the same one then, if I remember. We discussed God knows what in the presence of God, coz we met at ISKCON during a blogger’s meet, but the time flew by. Maybe it’s this camaraderie that makes him say I’m his brother, and part of his family, which I’m glad to be.

What if I had not had that camaraderie? Well, not something I think of, so no answer to that. But I wouldn’t have been friends with the super friendly, brilliant cook and pretty gal who is Someone in Special’s special someone (credits to CS who coined this term). VV, hope you’re feeling better now, out of that Germany weather and back home. I do miss you on Candy Crush Saga :P

What if I had not been friends with VV? Well, that’s for a different guest post. This one’s for Saravana. LOL. Sarav asked me to guest post on the theme “5” which is odd, coz come March 2015, it’d be 5 years since we became friends. This post is written like that topic on which he debuted on BAT, "What If". Like I began this guest post, we met on Blog-a-Ton, which he marshals now. I wanted to write a 5 star story for him, but the last 5 days have been hectic, and it’d have been a story of an irritated software engineer, which would drive away all his fans, so I thought I’d walk down memory lane instead. And this is the 5th paragraph of this "What If" post too. So lots of fives for you, SiS. Hi5. ;)

I’m not one to ramble on in posts, so I’ll keep it short, wish the host and his missus a wonderful, happy and successful New Year 2015, and sign off saying this little amateur poet is happy to have a special friend in Saravana Kumar “Someone is Special” Murugan.

P.S: I’ll try the 5-star story sometime when the hectic schedule gives some leeway and send you to post here in 2015. For now, adjust maadi.

Thank you so much Leo for writing the last post of the guest post series. It is my pleasure to have you here. And to my dear readers, thank you so much for reading!

காதல்

Welcome to Day 6 of the guest posts series!

Today’s guest writer is an anonymous writer dedicating all the poems to someone special in life, a passionate Tamil lover, and a God gifted personality. Okay, let me welcome the anonymous writer to pen down a Tamil poem. The stage is all yours!

காதல் எனக்கு

கண்ணாய்
காற்றாய்,
கிலிஞ்சலாய்
கீதமாய்,
குழந்தையாய்,
கூந்தலாய்,
கெம்பட்டிகையாய்,
கேணியாய்,
கைக்குழந்தையாய்,
கொண்டலாய்,
கோவலனாய்,
கௌஸ்துபமாய்,

நீயாய் நானாய்,
நாமாய் காதலால்,
காதல் ஆவோம்!

Thank you so much anonymous writer for writing the sixth post of the guest post series. It is my pleasure to have you here. And to my dear readers, thank you so much for reading!

Five

Welcome to Day 5 of the guest posts series!

Today’s guest writer is an ex-Software Engineer, now a life’s Student, a PhD Researcher, a passionate Blogger, a magical Story-Teller, a picture perfect photographer, and an explorer. She is gifted with ideas, creativity and originality. Her works have been published in many magazines including Femina and Filmfare and The New Indian Express. Her blog is a place for exploring miracles.

Okay, without further ado, let me welcome Anita of The Explorer of Miracles to pen down her thoughts. The stage is all yours!

I thought of 5 & my mind sprung up the following -
Olympic Games symbol has 5 inter-locked rings;
5 Ks of Sikh by Guru Govind Singh;
5 is the number of sides in a Pentagon;
5 is the Atomic Number of Boron;
Enid Blyton's Famous Five book series;
High-Five of friends makes us say cheese;
5 toes & 5 fingers on each foot & hand;
The Star on the Christmas tree & wand!

I thought of the number 5 as it's the fifth anniversary of Sarav's Blog. Congrats Sarav! Wish you many more special milestones on your way!

Thank you so much Anita for writing the fifth post of the guest post series. It is my pleasure to have you here. And to my dear readers, thank you so much for reading!

5 Little Cupcakes

Welcome to Day 4 of the guest posts series!

Today’s guest writer is basically a dreamer, a very hyperactive student, an enthusiast and a person who seeks peace in what he does. He loves scribbling poems, short stories, and performs a bit of stand up comedy depending up on his mood. His Talk-a-thon series of online podcast is an added addiction to his fans. He could solve the Rubik’s Cube Puzzle in less than a minute. His blog is a mirror reflection of his heart - a dream mausoleum!

Okay, without further ado, let me welcome Sulaiman Sait of Sulaiman's work - my dream mausoleum to pen down his thoughts. The stage is all yours!

Somewhere on the other side of the world, there was a famous baker, who made some of the best cupcakes ever. He bakes every single cupcake with care and love, like he would want to dedicate it to some one special. He ices them with frosting of love and hands it over to everyone who visits him. And, every year, he runs down a few miles to collect every single item, that adds to his secret recipe to success. I have always visited his bakery when I could, ever since I first tasted those cupcakes three years back. Every time I visit, I taste the best cupcakes ever made and always wish to carry a whole lot them back, but leave only with the memory and taste on my taste buds. This time when I visited, there seemed to be something special, blue and white frosting of peppermint and blueberry's were waiting for me. I was about to leave empty handed as usual without anything to say, but he sat beside me and gifted me 5 little cupcakes. I happened to take them home with me to see they tasted like. Each of those 5 little cupcakes tasted different, and left behind a memory and taste of - happiness,morality, love, care and brotherhood.

Thank you so much Sulaiman for writing the fourth post of the guest post series. It was my pleasure to have you here. And to my dear readers, thank you so much for reading! If you want to read more of Sulaiman's work, stop by his blog. He has recently completed the milestone of 100 blog posts, visit him here and wish him Good Luck.

Epoch

Welcome to Day 3 of the guest posts series!

Today’s guest writer is a wonderful woman, a published author, a blogger with secret things in life which are of little importance, a passionate dancer, a wonderful friend, a non-stop chatter box, a colorful painter, a soulful singer and a die-hard romantic poet. Above all, she is a fantastic soul blessed by God. She loves scribbling about everything and anything that catches her attention in this world. For her writing is like being on a roller coaster ride of emotions. Her writings might make you laugh, make you cry, tug your heart and take a trip down the memory lane – but they all will definitely touch you in some way and set you thinking.

Okay, without further ado, let me welcome Privy Trifles (Namrata) of Memoirs of Me to pen down her thoughts. The stage is all yours!

Sharada stood at the balcony staring at the pitch dark sky aimlessly. Tonight there was no moon and due to clouds even the stars weren’t visible clearly. Not something she would have wanted, but then she had no choice. Tired and fatigue clearly writ on her face the starless sky seemed to reflect her agony so well. Darkness is what she felt deep inside her heart, as if some strange power was pulling her into an abyss from where there was no coming back. She felt utterly helpless not knowing what to do. Was life such a burden for all, she wondered.

As the cool gust of wind touched her body before passing ahead, her mind travelled back in time when such nights were synonymous with exams.
“Sharadaaaa…..its 7:15!” her mother would scream.

“Amma… just 5 minutes more…” she would grumble from beneath the blanket. Since the time eternal Sharada always loved her sleep, for her it was the most precious thing on earth. But it seemed as if everyone was against her thriving love affair with sleep. In kindergarten it was the early morning school and then as the age progressed so did the burden of studies making the sleeping hours lesser and lesser with every passing year.

Once she had reached her high school her mother would sit next to her to ensure she was awake studying till late in the night and would always cajole her with hot cup of coffee, “Just finish these exams then in the vacations you can sleep as much as you want. Promise, no waking you up at all!” She would smile. The gullible Sharada would get excited and start dreaming about sleepy holidays. But the moment vacations arrived her sleeps seemed to vanish like the stars tonight. Reading books till late, watching movies… everything other than sleeping was done in those nights.

She grew up, began working and yet those five minutes of precious sleep that she always fought for seemed to be evading her forever. Time flew by once she got married and had kids; sleep became even more rare and precious. Today she was a fifty year old lady with her kids settled in the lives and a husband who was too busy to notice anything. She smiled as his snores reached her ears, “He cannot even notice my absence on the bed next to him due to my inability to sleep! Oh God! All I want is to have just five minutes of his peaceful sleep… just five. I haven’t slept properly in ages. After all these years I at least deserve that much.” she was almost pleading.

Then she opened her fist, there lay five minutes of sleep nicely coloured and wrapped; waiting for her to make a move.

Thank you so much Namrata for writing the third post of the guest post series. It was my pleasure to have you here. And to my dear readers, thank you so much for reading! If you want to read more of Namrata's work, stop by her blog. You can also have a look at her published works here. My personal favorite is "Metro Diaries: Seventeen Love Classics" :D

Five Younger Gods

Welcome to Day 2 of the guest posts series!

Today’s guest writer is once known as ‘The Fool’. He believes life has become too hectic and mechanical. Finding idle time is like an oasis in the journey through the desert of day-to-day life. He reads and writes (speaks his mind without fear or favour) during his free time at “Lucifer House Inc.” He churns out fiction, poetry, satire and other literary art works. He believes any true work of art is priceless and appreciates a kind word of appreciation acknowledging his work.

Okay, without further ado, let me welcome Cart Hick TF of Lucifer House Inc. to pen down his thoughts. The stage is all yours!

This was a long time ago. A very long time ago! There were people then and people now. But all that people then did was going to office. Every day they got up in the morning, brushed their teeth, finished their morning ablutions, had breakfast and went to office. From morning to evening, they slogged and came back home, tired. Waiting for them at home, was this small box, made especially for idiots. It held them glued till they feel asleep. Next morning they got up, again brushed their teeth, finished their morning ablutions, had breakfast and went to office. So their life went on and on, never ending in its drudgery.

Some of the people tired of their wretched lives escaped from the concrete jungles into the mazes of imagination and prayed. They did severe penance for years and years till finally the Great God Intahnato appeared before them. They told Him their tale of woe and sought salvation. He thought for a while and then said, “Let there be blogs.” And then there were blogs. Over the next five days, the God worked without rest – creating blogs of every genre – tech blogs, fashion blogs, satire blogs, travel blogs, literary blogs. On the seventh day, tired after his toil, He sat down to rest. As He rested He broke out into a song.

This little piggy went to market,
This little piggy stayed home,
This little piggy had roast beef,
This little piggy had none,
And this little piggy cried wee wee wee all the way home.

Out of the song emerged the five younger Gods – the Gods of the blog-o-sphere. As the time passed, grand temples were erected for the Gods, filled with high priests, medium priests and low priests. Devotees flocked to the temples to receive the blessings of their favorite deity. Huge tomes were written enshrining the teachings of the Prophets of the Gods.

The followers of the first God were the most energetic. You would find them everywhere – in the markets and the streets, in the inns and the town halls. They climbed on to the roofs and shouted till their throats went hoarse, “Come one. Come all. Come read my blog post. Come! Come! Come! All you need to do is click this link to find out how lovely are my words. Come discover all the wonders of the world. Learn about Samsung, Mountain Dew and Dove. Here there be shampoos and jewels, cosmetic and drinks. Here there be medicines and foods – real and unreal. “

The second God was the most demanding one. He told his followers – “Thou shall stick thy posteriors to thy seats and write. Not for you the contests and prizes. Not for you the fancy trips and sponsored revelry. Thy only friends are thy words.” True to the word of their Lord, they just wrote, dedicating their lives to the service of the words they loved. Their words, dug out from the deepest of dictionaries and thesauruses, polished through edits and reedits, shone with the brilliant dazzling light that blinded their readers. Such was the grandeur of these palaces of words that those of feeble heart even feared to walk in their shadows.

The third God was the most merciful. He showered bounties on his followers. They were bestowed with Midas touch that turned the humblest of words to pure unadulterated gold. People flocked to their blogs by droves and they were soon becoming demi God themselves with their own priest hoods. People treasured and shared, quoted and retweeted their every word. Laurels awaited them around every corner. That was the benediction of the roast beef.

The fourth brother, unable to compete with his elder brothers in terms of quality decided to make it up through quantity. He gathered all manner of followers to himself, promising all that his brothers offered and more. Everyone was welcome to his temple irrespective of caste, creed, color or gender. Like all the younger siblings of more illustrious elder siblings, this God lived in constant despair that often caught up with his followers as well. The devotee bloggers tried their best to promote their posts but could not quite manage the missionary zeal. They tried to work their spell with words but the magic was missing. They strived hard to turn their words to gold, but achieved as much success as the alchemists of the old.

The fifth brother was the crippled God – bitter and disgruntled in the knowledge that he would never match the three illustrious elder brothers. His children rose from the depths of his temple – dark and hungry – mocking and scoffing at the children of the ‘Greater’ Gods. “You cheap spammers and mercenaries – you are the filth of the blog-o-sphere,” they said to the children of the ‘One who Went to the Market’. “You prudes- your high and mighty ways will lead to your downfall. Your ivory towers shall be razed down and you shall be brought shattering to the ground,” they said to the Children of the ‘One who stayed at Home.’ “You cheats, you frauds, you pretenders! Wait till Lady Luck turns her face the other way, you soldiers of fortune. Then your Midas touch shall bring you the same fate as Midas of old,” they said to the Children of the ‘One who had Roast Beef’. “You losers, leave your losing ways behind and come join us,” was all they had to say to the Children of the ‘One who had None’. “Wee, wee, wee,” wailed the God spreading sorrow amongst his followers. Into the world they went wailing ‘Wee, wee, wee,” spreading the sorrow and growing their tribe by the day.

And that my dear friends, is not the end of the story, but the beginning. The final battle is still coming. Choose your side wisely.

Thank you so much Cart Hick TF for writing the second post of the guest post series. It was my pleasure to have you here. And to my dear readers, thank you so much for reading! If you want to read more of Cart Hick TF's work, stop by his blog. You can also read his story "Bellary" published in the book "Sirens Spell Danger."

Here is a contest for the readers, all you need to do is to guess the next guest writer. The person with the maximum number of correct guesses will win a FlipKart Voucher. Clue is "She is a published author and writes in a secret place!" See you tomorrow! Stay Tuned!

I Say Of RED Without Saying RED At All

Few Miles turned five on October 20, 2014. It was indeed a special day in my life and I wanted to celebrate it in a grand way. Even I had so many plans in my mind, but the situation I was in, demanded me to postpone the plans. As time passed by, I thought of dropping the plan, but they very thought of it hurt me. That was when one of my close friends, pinged me on messenger, and spoke to me about guest posts. “Guest posts” it made me think, so I invited a few of my blogging friends to write guest posts on the theme “Five”, and they graciously accepted my invite. Starting today, there will be a series of guest posts, from the Kings and Queens of blog-o-sphere.

Today’s guest writer believes friendship is the best relationship in this world. Her simplicity in thoughts, words and behavior, makes her my sweetest “Little One”. She has a great passion for writing poetry, and I am sure that she has inherited this talent from her Grandmother. She feels writing is the best way of expressing emotions powerfully. She writes a blog named “My Friendship”, where she pours down her thoughts and feelings, especially about nature, love, relationships and friendship. Besides writing, she loves doing photography and cooking.

Okay, without further ado, let me welcome Simran Kaur of My Friendship to pen down her thoughts. The stage is all yours!

There are a few things you feel yourself associated with. It can be any person or a name or may be a line that sticks to don't leave your brain. You count 'that thing' every time in whatever you do and try best to link it as a reason. Since the time I discovered that my lucky number is 7, I started noticing if all good happens with this number or not. To my surprise, it proved to be a good luck to me. I feel extremely confident when I find this number with me.

There is a color that she has seen in her thick and thin days of life. The first time she noticed it on her mother's forehead ; a bindi. Many a times she would try to touch it take off from her forehead to play. As she started walking on her own, every morning when her mother adorn herself with bindi, a pinch of sindoor and bangles; she used to sit by her side and stare at her resplendent beauty. When she turned fifteen, for the first time she didn't see but felt this beautiful color. The color of love. She was ecstatic to see her lipstick mark on his cheek when they had kissed for the first time. She glowed and blushed even more seeing herself in the mirror. It was the biggest and most special event of her life - their marriage. She was fortunate that even the rituals adhere to this color and she felt the most happiest person on this planet wearing her bridal dress. On that day, she saw a beautiful reflection of her mother in herself. She loved adorning herself over and over again. For now, she had own a right and a strong reason to use it.

Life is uncertain and so its instances; unpredictable!

She silently shed tears of blood on a wintry night when he lashed her hard in the name of making love. For the first time she found this color so unwanted and rancor. She wonder as she finds the same color in various moods and meanings. The color of his rage and Santa's dress is the same. Then, why do one shatter all her dreams and the latter fills her with hope and happiness when she look at it? Like he feat with the elves who make the toys in the workshop she wish him to come on his sleigh from all the way with his flying reindeer to bestow her the lost spring of her life and the positive mood of the color that his coat and trousers bring to her.

Thank you so much Little One for writing the first post of the guest post series. It was my pleasure to have you here. And to my dear readers, thank you so much for reading! Okay here is a contest for the readers, all you need to do is to guess the next guest writer. The person with the maximum number of correct guesses will win a FlipKart Voucher. Clue is "He is a published author and writes beautifully in his Inc!" See you tomorrow! Stay Tuned!

#450 – Write

Write, when you are happy
Write, when you are sad
Write, when you are free
Write, when you are busy

Write, when you want to express the tears of joy
Write, when you want to shed tears
Write, when you want to live in your future
Write, when you want to forget the past

Write, when you are excited
Write, when you are frustrated
Write, when you are well
Write, when you are sick

Write, when you want to appreciate your friend
Write, when you want to scold your enemy
Write, when you want to pass
Write, when you want to fail

Write, when you are feeling high
Write, when you are feeling blue
Write, when you are able to write
Write, when you are unable to write

Write, when you want to celebrate
Write, when you want to lament
Write, when you want to be yourself
Write, when you want to be anonymous

Write, when you fall in love
Write, when you breakup
Write, when you dream
Write, when you live

Write, when you read
Write, when you write
Write, write and write,
Until your last breath!

Writer’s block…I was unable to do write properly from the start of this year. I thought writing 50 posts in 2013 is going to be tough. I gave up, almost. That was when I read about BlogAdda’s P.A.U.S activity. I liked the concept. I started writing. And see, what has happened now. Not just 50, I am sure of writing 75 posts this year. I am happy to be back. I am glad I dragged my friends in (Ayushi and Simran was facing the same problem.), and this activity helped them as well.

450 posts in 4 years, 2 months and 10 days, which is something I am proud about. The journey is a mix of ups and downs, smiles and tears, still a sweet one and without Few Miles, I am nothing. Today, I am glad to have published two of my short stories - 'The Last Date’ & ‘120 Minutes’ in anthologies. I wish that in near future or before I turn 30, to publish my first novel. Stay with me my dear readers, friends and well-wishers.

Thank you all! Let's celebrate!

Thank you! #CelebrateBlogging

I am a bit emotional. It’s almost ten years and now, I am writing a "Thank you" post for all my readers. In fact, I have not prepared anything to write, but I believe I can write a few words to thank people who are the sole reason for whatever I am today.

They say, “Matha Pitha Guru Deivam” that I second. The most important person in my life is my mother. Without her support, I don’t think I would have been standing here in front of you. She is my first listener to all my stories during my kindergarten days and thereafter. Her feedback have always inspired me a lot, to do better than the past and to face the critics that I received from day one. Thank you Ma!

My father taught me to fight against all the odds. He said not to give up until I win, because in the end it is all about happy endings. And if it is not happy, then it is not the actual end, keep moving towards your dream. Thank you Pa!

My first crush (Isha – my dream girl), she has woken up my poetry talent, and is the sole reason behind my first poem (Sorry) and my first fiction (Sweetest 90 Seconds). And from that day on-wards, she constantly motivated me to write free verse, rhymes, short story, form fiction, most of them being romantic ones. I love you.

My close friend Saraswathi, she requested me to start a blog, as she felt that I could touch hearts with my words. She is my first reader, a tablet to all my traumas and, a sweet person who instilled confidence in me by saying, that one day my blog will be read in hundred countries. She was right. Today, my blog is viewed/read in 176 countries. Sincere thanks to her.

My blood friend Bala, who supports me at all times, irrespective of the time and mood he is in. He is my second listener, a Tamil aspirant and always requested me to write for the good of society. Thank you machi.

My roommates (Arun, Deva, Raghu, Siva TK, Sridhar, Vivek, Mohan, Manoj, Atul, Kiran, Aamir, Revanth and Karthik), for suffering many torturous nights, listening to my idiotic romantic stories, and still providing feedback to make it better. Thank you all. I definitely owe you all a beer from Germany. (Except Aamir, as he is a non-drinker)

My managers (Saji, Patro, Moses, Rachel, Kittu, KV, and to all my team leads), thanks for trusting my talent and for all the opportunities despite knowing that I am regular writer at nights. Thanks :)

My laptop, especially for the backspace and delete button, thanks for the patience.

My Haiku Master, my first blogging friend Leo, for all the possible reasons. Thanks brother.

My blogging friends (Zainab, Rachana, Jingle, Simran, Ayushi, Pranali, Aish, Saru, Brian, G-Man, Amity, Vibz, Nanka, Scribbling Gal, Dreamy Girl, Cloud Nine, Sri Valli, Panchali, Norman, Ellecee, TF, Sulaiman, and the list continues) for reading and encouraging my work. Without you support, I would not have written posts here. Thank you all!

My dear critics, without you I would not have written better posts. Thank you so much.

My dear readers, who supported me at all times, staying my side though my ups and downs, through emails and comments, and anonymously. Special thanks to all of you.

To Sachin Tendulkar, the person who taught me nothing is impossible. Thank you Sachin, you mean a lot to me.

To Pawas Jain, Ritesh Agarwal and Parlance Publisher for giving me an opportunity to see my name printed in a paperback book. To Vinit Bansal and General Press for giving me a fantastic reach in publishing world. To Gaurav Mishra and Sanmati Publisher for the fantastic Valentine's Day Gift. And to all editors and publishers with whom, I will be working in future, thank you all from the bottom of my heart!

To IndiBlogger, for the platform in the name of contests and encouragement (results) they provide. To Blog-a-Ton, for everything I own from them. To BlogAdda for announcing my name to blog-o-sphere in 2010. I have no words to thank the BlogAdda Team for all the encouragement and support they provided all these years. To Google for providing blogger service free, and for indexing all my posts. To wordpress.com for providing http://blog.iamsarav.com! Thank you.

Last but not the least, I would like to thank my dearest wife Vidhya, hug her and say, “Darling, I love you so much. Thank you so much for gifting the Parker pen; it is indeed my lucky pen!”

Ah! How could I miss you dear Few Miles? A part of me resides inside you, and that is what loved by most my readers, and is cherished as the undisputed romantic king of blog-o-sphere. You are my best gift, and my gift would be the unending relationship with you, no matter, how big or popular, I grow in life.

I know my speech is getting too long, but I want to make sure that I use this golden opportunity to thank you all from the bottom of my heart for all the support and encouragement. I hope and believe that I will continue to get the same support in the coming years. See you soon.

Few Miles turns 4 today!!!

And we celebrating the 4th Blogoversary of Few Miles!!

Sweet Wishes from Little One!!! Thank you for making it so special!!



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