Dear Ronovan is celebrating 5 years of weekly Haiku prompts this week!
This week, we have:

Ying and Yang of life
Sometimes Evil rides ahead
Good will always win
Ritu 2019

23 Jul 2019 30 Comments
in #ronovansweeklyhaikuchallenge Tags: Blog, Blog Post, Blogger, Blogging, Challenge, Good & Evil, Haiku, Ronovan's Weekly Haiku Challenge
Dear Ronovan is celebrating 5 years of weekly Haiku prompts this week!
This week, we have:

Ying and Yang of life
Sometimes Evil rides ahead
Good will always win
Ritu 2019

22 Jul 2019 41 Comments
in Chai and a Chat Tags: #ChaiAndAChat, Blog, Blog Post, Blogger, Blogging, Catch Up, Chai and a Chat, end of term
Hey there Peeps! Welcome back to the madness that is the life of Ritu! Got that cuppa? Right, let’s get on!


Over and out!
Tell me how your week has been!
21 Jul 2019 55 Comments
in Spidey's Serene Sundays Tags: Blog, Blog Post, Blogger, Blogging, books, Family, reading, Serene, Spidey's Serene Sundays

“I find television very educating. Every time somebody turns on the set, I go into the other room and read a book.”
Groucho Marx
Oh, I loved this quote, Spidey!
This weekend I have been talking reading and books a lot, with my uncle, who came to visit me. This is my mum’s eldest brother. My Mamaji. And he lives in Kenya. I haven’t seen him in 18 years, since my wedding,
He’s a very special man to me. Another dad. And someone who has inspired me to read. Both him and my mother read copiously when I was younger, and though life may not allow them to read as much, even in retirement, they are both like me and would rather have a good book in their hand, than an eye on the goggle box, as my mum always calls it!
My Mamaji treated himself this trip, to an All New Kindle Paperwhite, and he brought it with him, to compare with mine, and to discuss book-related matters.
He’s a non-fiction reader more than fiction, and my memories of him are always of him with his nose in a book or the paper. I remember his bedroom in Kenya distinctly, with piles of books lining walls too!
In fact he was nearly a PhD Graduate in the 60s, but due to personal problelms, he never finished it, and it is a regret he feels keenly. He studied here in London, at Queen Mary’s College and Imperial College, both of which his took my aunt, my Mamiji, to visit last week!
There was a trunk filled with his belongings in my parent’s garage. My mum has kept it safe since it was entrusted to her care in the early 70s and she hasn’t dared open it, or get rid of it.
A couple of weeks ago, Mamaji stationed himself in the garage of Pops and Mum’s house, to rummage through his memories. The trunk was filled with all sorts, including a handmade suit of his, some other hilariously 60s clothes and TONS of books. When I phoned mum that day, she was laughing as she told me how he was like a child in a toyshop, delving into the memories of an extremely precious time for him.
I was in awe of his memory.
Even yesterday, as he mentioned the titles of some of the books, and the authors, some of whom had been his PhD lecturers, his eyes glistened with pure joy. He told mum to give the books away, as he can’t take them back, but he also had a ‘small’ list of ones he would ask her to keep, for memory’s sake.
I know I shall be rummaging around in that trunk before they get given away, to get another insight into Mamaji and his younger life.
Before he left, his parting words to me were, “Send me that book of yours when it’s done.”
Another member of my family who has been such a strong, silent support of my writing dream. He was so proud the day my poetry book came out, and I know I just need to do this, get this book published, not just for me, but for all those dear to me, who have so much faith in my ability.
So… tell me, who is part of your silent support group?
20 Jul 2019 35 Comments
in #SoCS Tags: #SoCS, Acrostic Poem, Blog, Blog Post, Blogger, Blogging, Frame, Stream Of Consciousness Saturday
Linda’s #SoCS prompt this week…
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “frame.” Use it as a noun or a verb or any way you like. Have fun.
Feeling
Romantic
All
Memories
Enclosed
Ritu 2019
19 Jul 2019 36 Comments
in #WritePhoto, Thoughts Opinions & Memories Tags: #WritePhoto, Blog, Blog Post, Blogger, Blogging, Clarity, Flash Fiction, Photo Prompt
Sue’s #WritePhoto prompt this week:

The waves gently lap against my feet as I stand at the water’s edge. Looking across at the calmness of the waters, it is almost impossible to believe that these very waters were where I lost you.
I want to lash out at the ocean. I want to cause it the same hurt it has caused me, but I can’t.
For this same spot, the place where I last saw you, is the same spot I have come to all my life, to seek solace and serenity.
That day, you had waved to me, as you pushed your boat out. “Get the coals going, my love. I feel a big catch coming today!” Your smile still burnt on my retina.
Who was to know of that freak storm that struck, capsizing your boat? These same waters, so ferocious, huge waves crashing over you, as if they were trying to swallow you whole. The waters so dark, masking all that swam within. Which monster had been stirred up to cause so much grief?
And yet, now, you caress my feet, soothing me. I can see straight through you. Your clarity allows me to have now fear. There is nothing hidden.
Why must everything be bittersweet in life?
