Life of a woman with hopes withered….short story

In a small town, she lived a life like a fragile butterfly, adorned with dreams of her own. A woman with a heart full of hope, she was destined for something greater, yet trapped in a cage of despair.

Married to a man who was more possessive than caring, her days were filled with mental torment. He was like a venomous snake, slowly poisoning her spirit. His jealousy was a chain that bound her, growing tighter with each passing day.

As time went on, her wings grew weaker, and her vibrant colors began to fade. As her light dimmed in the darkest phase each day and night, she even had no interest to interact with friends and family. Her dreams and aspirations started to wither away like petals in the wind.

But she held on, not just for herself but for the little one who looked up to her crying, also crying out to God during the worst fights that she had to watch through, her innocent eyes filled with admiration. Thinking of all these situations the mother’s heart couldn’t let a child inherit the legacy of darkness.

As she looked into her child’s eyes, she found the strength she needed. She realized that breaking free from this vicious cycle would be the only way to protect, to give a chance at a brighter future for the little one.

With newfound determination, she started to sought help, reaching out to support networks and professionals. Slowly but steadily, she began to rebuild her life, mending the fractures that had shattered her soul but failed, one fateful day she took her step back thinking of the societal norms, parents and the child on how a woman’s life and a child without father and future fragments that she may have to go through.

She emerged from the darkness, her spirit renewed and her wings stronger than ever. She decided to fight, face and mend her troubles herself by accepting the poison of the past current and even future may be, all these may not define her anymore as she’s strong enough to bend her man with her profound nature and conquer any storms, because she had even defeated the death during the worst fights. Her determination was just to keep up her spirit true and high for herself believing in Almighty. With all these, she became a symbol of resilience, a testament to the strength of the human spirit and own decisions. No blaming anyone except her fate and God’s might.

Reminder, seeking help from support networks, professionals, or organizations that specialize in domestic violence is essential in real-life situations like this scenario in the story which is a reflection of many women in the world. Your well-being and safety are paramount. Love and care yourself for the sake of yourself and God who has created you for a purpose in this journey.

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Dream house of a loving couple

A sweet cute short-story of two fonding lovers who dream to be together but the destiny is what the almighty decide. I wrote it from all my heart and soul which are in a deep pain for many unspoken reasons of life.

Once upon a time, in a small town nestled among the rolling hills, there lived a young couple named Emma and Jack. They were deeply in love and their love was as strong as the foundation of the most beautiful dream house.

Emma often told Jack, “My dream house is you.” She saw her future in his eyes and her heart was a place where he always felt as a home.

Jack would reply, “Where your arms are, my rooms exist.” He found solace in her embrace and in her presence, he found the warmth and comfort of a cozy home.

Every night, as they lay in each other’s arms, Emma would whisper, “Your hug is my softest bed.” Jack’s embrace was the most comfortable place in the world she felt and it was where she longed to rest her head.

Jack, in return would say, “Your loving nature is my priceless furniture.” Emma’s love and kindness filled their life with joy, just like exquisite furniture decorates a house with grace and elegance.

Their love story was a living testament to the idea that a home is not just a physical place but a feeling of belonging, comfort, and love. Emma and Jack had found their dream house in each other and in their love, they built a beautiful home, a lifetime of togetherness and happiness.

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A tale of pain&passion

In the depths of time, our love does dwell,
A tale of passion, no words can tell.
Lost in your gaze, I find my way,
In every lifetime, come what may.

With a love so true, it spans all space,
In each new birth, I'll seek your face.
In your embrace, I find my home,
In your love, I will forever roam.

Though chance may pass, and world may turn,
In your love's fire, forever I'll burn.
In every moment, you are my guiding star,
Lost in your love, no matter how far.

Through endless cycles, our souls unite,
In your love's ocean, I find my light.
Deepest respect and love so pure,
In your arms, I am forever secure.

So let our love story continue to spin,
In every lifetime, I'll find you within.
With each new dawn, our love is reborn,
Lost in your love, my heart is sworn.

Copyright ©️ Suma Reddy

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A shower so divine

In skies of blue and fields of green,

A love bloomed as true as ever seen.

Rain of roses and petals so sweet,

Our souls dance in love’s heartbeat.

Your laughter, a melody that sings,

In your presence, my heart takes wings.

Rose petals fall like gentle rain drops,

Washing away my tears and fears.

Through stormy nights and sunny days,

Together, we will light our ways.

Through the seasons, we will endure,

With love’s promise strong, forever pure.

Rain of roses, a shower so divine,

The room of your arms, forever is mine.

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Bed of Roses


In the softest moments, our love takes flight,
Like butterflies dancing in the golden light.
when you come home weary and worn,
Know that in my embrace you are reborn.

I will transform into rose petals, tender and true,
A bed of love, just for me&you.
Gladly I will bear all that burdens your heart,
Turning every sorrow into a work of art.

With caresses so gentle, like a cold breeze,
I'll bring you the sweetest of heart's ease.
In our love's garden, a paradise of treasure,
Every moment is a sweet, loving pleasure.

So, my love, close your eyes and rest your weary soul,
In our love's embrace, we'll find our ultimate goal.
A lifetime of joy, where our hearts freely roam,
In this world of us, we've created our eternal home.

Copyright ©️ Suma Reddy

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Lord Ganesha

Dear friends, I hope this message finds you well. I recently had a short break that took me out of station and I was also fully immersed in the joyful celebration of Ganesh Chaturthi. It was a much-needed time away.

Now that I am back and can’t wait to catch up with each one of you. I have missed our conversations and the life’s updates we share over here. Please expect a visit from me ASAP as I am looking forward to hearing all about what’s been going on in your lives.

Here is a write up and few pictures of Ganesh Chaturthi celebration. Hope you all enjoy reading me, especially this sweet story of festivities. Thank you all in advance.

I can’t take my eyes off from this picture, I kept Starring and started to pendown the story. 💕

Among the gentle hum of a sunlit studio, a sculptor’s hands engage in a delicate dance with a block of stone. With each touch of the chisel, a fragment of divinity emerges from the rough surface. The sculptor’s gaze is one of unwavering focus, a bridge between the material and the spiritual. As the figure of Lord Ganesha takes form, it’s evident that this is more than just a creative process – it’s an act of devotion.

The sculptor’s fingers navigate the contours of the stone, coaxing out the curve of a smile, the gentle shape of an eyebrow and the intricate details of adornments. There’s an unspoken conversation between the artist and the soon-to-be deity, a communion of reverence and artistic intuition. In the minutiae of each stroke, faith and artistry together breathing life into the inanimate stone.

As the sculpture nears completion, the studio seems to hold it’s breath, enveloped in an aura of sanctity. The sculptor’s satisfaction is palpable, a reflection of the devotion poured into the piece. Every tap of the chisel has been guided by a deep-rooted connection, a channel for the divine to manifest in tangible form. In the final moments, as the last details fall into place, Ganesha stands as a symbol not only of craftsmanship but of a soulful dialogue between the human and the divine.

When Ganesh Chaturthi arrives, this sculpture will bear witness to the seamless blend of spiritual veneration and artistic expression. It will remind all who gaze upon it that in the act of creation, the boundaries between the sacred and the artistic blur, leaving behind a testament to the profound beauty that can arise when human hands are guided by a heart full of devotion.

Lord Ganesha’s Idol at our cluster of Apartments.

Gauri Poojan: It is a celebration dedicated to Goddess Gauri, who is considered the divine consort of Lord Shiva and the mother of Lord Ganesha. Typically, Gauri Poojan takes place on the third day of the Ganesh Chaturthi festival, although it can vary by region and tradition. During this ritual, a clay or turmeric idol of Goddess Gauri is crafted with great care and devotion. The idol is adorned with jewelry, flowers, and traditional attire, making it look resplendent. adds a beautiful dimension to the Ganesh Chaturthi celebrations, emphasizing the importance of both Lord Ganesha and Goddess Gauri in Hindu mythology and the significance of balance and harmony in life.

Steamed “Modaks” are sweet dumplings made from Rice floor dough and a sweet delicious mixture of jaggery and grated coconut, they hold a special place in the hearts of devotees during the celebration of Ganesh Chaturthi. It is a special treat offered to Lord Ganesha during this festival.

Modak is a beloved sweet dish that is associated with Lord Ganesha.

Bappa in Sri Rama’s Avatar (incarnation), A garland, my small token of Thanks every year we offer for all the blessings ❣🙏

On the 11th day of festival the day called Anantha Chaturthi, a grand procession led by a resplendent idol of Lord Ganesha would be celebrated it’s way through the wide streets, accompanied by drum beats, crackers, rain of flowers from the high floored buildings and chanting & dancing devotees.

Finally, as the sun dipped below the horizon, the idol was carried to the nearby river for immersion, symbolizing the cycle of creation and dissolution. The town united in this act of farewell, bidding adieu to their beloved Lord Ganesha with both tears and smiles, knowing that his blessings would return next year.

The video is of Lalbagh Raja, is one of the most famous and revered Ganesh idols in Mumbai, India. It is known for its grandeur, size, and the massive crowds it attracts during the Ganesh Chaturthi festival. Lalbagh Raja is situated in the Lalbaug area of Mumbai and is hosted by the Lalbaug Sarvajanik Ganeshotsav Mandal, one of the oldest and most prominent Ganesh mandals (associations) in the city. The idol of Lalbagh Raja is typically one of the largest in Mumbai, standing tall and imposing, often reaching several stories in height.

“Ganesh Idol Immersion” The departure of Lalbagh Raja (Lord Ganesha), who is believed to return to his heavenly abode while devotees bid farewell with prayers and festivities.

Note: festivity 📷 are from my phone

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In your thoughts, I lost my sleep


In your thoughts, I lost my sleep.
Within my restless mind, Emotions weep.
Awakened senses, seek what's true,
Within my eyes, they search for you.

Where? Where can I find you?
In the depths of dark night?
In the stars above the night sky?
In the Moon among the passing clouds?
Where? Where can I find you?

How? How can I reach you?
Through the cold breez that pass through the window?
Through the fragrance of morning flowers that beautifully bloom?
Through the drizzling drops that fall from above? Or
Through the horizon of rainbow colours?
How? How can I reach you?

When? When will we meet?
May be in this birth distance be forever?
We may not cross the oceans of longing, just to be near.
In the calendar's turn, a date may not be find,
For our love may not transcend miles to be bound.
But our hearts became one, in a love so divine.

Oh! This sleep eludes me in your embrace,
Yet, I willingly surrender to this chase.
For in this longing, a love so rare,
I find solace, knowing you are always there but I find nowhere.


"Within my heart & Soul, I capture our memories with my tear filled eyes."


Copyright ©️ Suma Reddy

I am left with nothing except our Love.

With nothing left to call my own,
No wealth, no treasure, no throne,
Only our love remains to me,
A precious blessing that sets me free.

For though the world may take & steal
And leave me with an empty feel,
Our love endures, unbroken still,
A light that guides me up the hill.

So, I hold onto this one true thing,
The love that makes my heart sing,
Though all else may fade away,
Our love will never go astray.

Copyright ©️ Suma Reddy

6th September,

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An art out of waste

She loves drawing so much to the extent that all walls of my house are filled with various colourful cartoons who express the variety of emotions from sad to good and happy to weepy depends on my behavior towards her ruckus. 😍

This is dedicated to her little talent and efforts with a thank you note to her teacher. Thank you all for reading.

“Art out of waste” created by my 5 yrs old darling Daughter ❣😇

My little princess made a magic
An art with her skills & logic
I found a beauty in the trash
An art made with a gentle grace.

I marveled at her creative art
This was more than just a sight
It spoke to my soul and heart
It brought me joy and pure delight.

She's always been my favorite
The one who made the most
Her art made from the waste
Is the best and I love the most.

For in every piece of waste
There is a story to tell,
And in the hands of my little one,
It becomes a masterpiece to feel.

A short story on the same, materials used, paper cup and Pista Shells.

Once upon a time, in a world full of colors and giggles, there lived a little girl named Lily. Lily loved to create things that made everyone smile. One sunny day, she had an idea that filled her heart with excitement.

Lily had some paper tea cups left over from a party and she also had some pista shells her grandma had given her. She thought, “Why not turn these into something wonderful?” With a big smile on her face, Lily gathered her materials and began to create.

Carefully, she folded the paper cups and painted them in bright, happy colors. These would be the pots for her flowers and coloured Pista shells would be the petals. Then, she has sketched a piece of string to make the stem of her flower. As she worked, she imagined her flower coming to life.

When all the pieces were ready, Lily assembled her creation. She placed the colorful paper cup and Pista petals on top of each other, making a beautiful flower shape. Then, With a final touch, a glitter of her smile, her flower sparkled in the sunlight.

Lily stood back and admired her masterpiece. She was amazed at how something as simple as paper cups and pista shells could turn into such a magical flower. Her heart delighted with pride and she knew she had created something special.

Lily’s flower became the talk of the family. Everyone marveled at how she had turned ordinary things into a work of art. Lily’s flower reminded everyone that with a little imagination and creativity, even the most unexpected materials could become something beautiful.

And so, Lily’s flower of joy continued to brighten everyone’s days. It was a reminder that magic could be found in the simplest of things and that a little girl’s creativity could make the world a more colorful and joyful place.

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The Bells of Paradise

In the spiritual revoke where our love takes flight,
Our hearts togetger bathed in heavenly light.
With every beat, your name it softly calls,
A melody of devotion that enthralls.

The bells of paradise begin to chime,
As God's own hand blesses this love of mine.
In service to a purpose pure and grand,
Together we shall walk, hand in hand.

In gardens where eternal blossoms bloom,
Our souls ablaze, dispelling any gloom.
Forever springing, like flowers anew,
United, we will serve the Almighty true.

With every breath, our love does ascend,
A love divine, one that will never end.
In this celestial dance, we find our home,
Bound by a love that eternally roam.

So, let the heavens witness our embrace,
Two souls entwined in love's sweetest grace.
In God's great plan, we've found our place,
Forever serving, forever in love's embrace.

Copyright ©️ Suma Reddy

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