About Me

Well! I really can’t exactly tell u folks about myself and as people keep changing so do I. As my profession demands lots of travelling, so I get an opportunity to meet different people with different experiences, age and profession and a little bit of time for reading. So, I finally decided to pen some of these experiences and share with these with you. For me Life is a learning tool, which makes you shape yourself from each mistake. Unless you change how you are, you will always have what you have- I believe in this The Most.

Daisy Lemmas Riff


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Before going further into this, the reason which made me write this was, a few days back, I read a comment on one of my posts, it made me think that I was writing on one topic too often. I hope everyone would like it and appreciate it, as this is my first experimental approach to a story till date.

Many people have written stories, which had a moral or a lesson by the time, the story ends and mine is no different. This is a short story, which tells us why people need to change their attitude, character and behaviour. It gives you an insight of one of those instances about, why you need to change, when you need to change, how you need to change and for what you need to change.

Chapter: 15 of the Daisy Lemmas Riff : Renaissance



It’s the first light of the day in the between the winter and the spring. A spray of fine mist suspends in the air and the cool breeze make the shedding leaves roll, while some of them stick to the ground because of the late night rain. Sunlight filters through a thin layer of fog on a crisp winter morning, in the form of rays, which fall on the grass covered water vapour making them glitter. The dawn looked pleasant with the cool, aromatic breeze from the flowers and the trees which are on the either side of the road and scent of the soil perfumes out with the first rain before the summers.

Far near the dead end of the road, lies a spic and span house with majestic elevation with a magnificent white two storey, fourteen-room mansion painted with erotica colours, making it a desire to go into the house. Walls were elevated to a height, magnificently built with the no flaws on the edges or near the corners. And the windows which were made of teak was just trying to show its shine, were elegantly polished and the panes attached to it were all too good..

A lean man with an age of 55, who looks to be weak, has a pale face like a dead man and hands which have undergone some radiation or chemotherapy turned brownish black. He was shivering while holding on to his walking stick, as a person who hasn’t got his dose of marijuana. He came out of the massive, elegant gate having a smile on his face like a small baby has when he comes out for the first time to look at the world. He was looking on the either side of the road, with his eyes gone deep into his skull making him look 70 but he was just 55. He was walking happily,  enjoying the climate with cool breeze and the scent of the soil, with a pleasant sunshine. All the while he was walking, with a smile on his face and his soul completely afloat in tranquillity, suddenly the thought about his wife and son struck him, making him feel guilty for the consequences of his sins. He sat comfortably on the bench which had wooden railings attached to it,  with his back to a strip of bush-planted sward and his head resting on the topmost railing made of wood polished in dark brown. The happiness and the smile got deserted, and the tears spring into his eyes. He closed his eyes and resumed thinking about all the people who were really involved with him, his family, his friends, his partners and employees in the business; How much interest he has ever taken in the development of the work in his business; how he treated his employees;  how much he had cared for them; how he never felt how it feels when you are hurt or suffer from any disease; how much tough it was to take care of a family of 4, with a very little salary; how he has always talked about the money which he was getting.

Till then, for him life was a joy full ride which involved smoking, alcohol, drugs, women and sex and these are the things which have rendered him to suffer from multiple diseases like Cancer and Aids.

He opened his eyes, to a much brighter sunlight, which made him believe in what change he can bring in him and to his business. While he was getting up, to go back to his house, he found few words written on the bench, which said,

“Cynicism is not realistic and tough. It’s unrealistic and kind of cowardly because it means you don’t have to try”.



These words have given him a right direction for his change. While under his journey to recovery, he had laid a master plan for the development of the company and has already implemented a few beneficiary activities for the employees, partners and the business, which lead to an increase in efficiency and the output of the Company. It was the first day to his office in the last six months and he has received a welcome which he never expected , where all employees were happily smiling and this bought him a lot of satisfaction and relief. He open the door to his office and went in

17 comments:

  1. Great addition to our story, thanks for joining in. :) Well written enjoyed it!

    here is the link with all the chapters in case you haven't read them all yet :))

    Following you now..

    http://scattermusings.blogspot.com/p/daisy-lemmas-riff-blog-chain-started-by.html

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  2. kota great story beautiful write i wish i could writ as well don't stop you are on your way to greatness as a writer

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  3. Completely changes the mood of daisy lemmas riff so far - glad you did that : )

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  4. *low whistle* whoa. I am impressed and in thought. Welcome to the Riff

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  5. Great scene and a new twist to the story, thanks Kiran, liked it a lot.

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  6. Really enjoyed reading this, I am loving how the story twists and turns into different avenues.

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  7. m really very glad 4 u dats al n i've no words for yoa creativity kyts.............

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  8. Beautiful addition to the story, Kota! Really solid. Well written and thoughtful. You had no need to worry at all!

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  9. Well written Kiran. Nicely done. Keep it up. You'll be just fine as a writer.

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  10. I liked the way ou describe minute details...good post kiran..keep it up..would love to read more and more

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  11. Great write up! I totally loved the depiction of the day in the first paragraph! Congratulations!

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  12. I thank each and everyone personally for appreciating my first experimental work...thanks a Lot.

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  13. It is good. Good writing

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  14. I dont how mant times I said this, telling u again, its come out really really good! and I mean it!!!

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  15. It touched a deep chord ...beautifully written :)

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