Launching Afflatuz.com

Hey Dear Bloggers, hope you all are doing great. I have news to share. For a while, I was desiring to launch another site with a sole motive of sharing some of my favorites. A site to put together a collection of mine as well fellow blogger best work. So, after a lot of contemplation and deliberation, I am launching  afflatuz.com.

Please do give the site a visit, like, follow, read and most importantly, give your love. I look forward to seeing you on the other blog as well.

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My Story, Fifty Dollar Bill Published in Indian Periodical

Friends hope you all are having an amazing weekend. Maybe you didn’t know, here is a small trivia about me. I love writing fiction. Stories of all kind – flash fiction, short stories, proses, novella, anything that can make my mind run wildūüėÄ. Some of you may know I wrote one full-length book( currently in the last stage of editing) and writing my second book in parallelūüėÄ. On WP I have not published any of my stories, maybe some proses but not stories. Mostly because I was saving them for the publicationsūüėú.

Today, I am happy to let you know that one of my stories got published in Indian Periodical. It is a work of fiction but inspired by an incident that happened in real life. You can find the link below. Please read and let me know what you think. It will be great if you can leave your comments on the website, provided you find it interesting enough. Thank you all for your love and support

Fifty dollar bill

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France Travelogue‚Äč – Cannes Day 2

Cannes

Cannes, oh¬†you beauty. The glamor, nature’s brilliance, historic monuments, and miles of sea blue settings, Cannes had it all.

Ever since France decided to make Cannes as the world’s film and arts center in the year 1946, the place had been sought after by the who’s who of the celebrity world. Be it leisurely vacation or for the shooting of films like the Golden Eye, Cannes had innumerable Hollywood’s memories canvassed all around the place. Like the locals said, if the hotels had ears, there would be untold stories to tell.

We dedicated about 6 hours to explore Cannes. This time we decided to take the train Рa 20 minutes ride from Nice St. Augustine station.  Right outside the train station, there was an information center. You can get all the tour details or a city map if you would like to explore the place on feet.

We made a left from the train station and headed towards the beach,  about 20 minutes walk along the Boulevard de la Croisette.  Once we reached the waters, we made a slight right to reach the main attraction of Cannes РPalais des Festivals et des Congres.

The Petit train ride was one of the best way to explore the city.  The train was about a 40 minutes ride and ran every 30 minutes.  One could board the train right outside Palais des Festivals for 10 Euros, children under 12 could ride for free.  The train offered a running commentary, with headphones and choice of language. I highly recommend listening to the interesting facts while enjoying the ride.

The tour would take you through the beach side-walk showcasing the famous hotels, the old port, arrays of shops and the old town.

Palais des Festivals et des Congres  was the main attraction at Cannes. We stopped by the red carpet that had graced the past and the present celebrities on its famous stairs. We took some time to enjoy the view, strolled around the beachside park and captured some memories. The toy train started right outside the famous red carpet stairs, and we waited for our ride to arrive.

The toy train ride took us through the famous Boulevard de la Croisette. On one side we saw the elegant strip with the display of famous hotels such as Le Grand Hotel,  Majestic Barriere, and Martinez and on the other side, we saw the beautiful beaches of Cannes.

The train then looped around the Palm Beach Casino, the place where the young and the rich party. The place offered game rooms facing the Lerins Islands, an upscale restaurant, and terrace overlooking the sea.  Shortly after that, the train took us through the branded arrays of shops through the narrow streets of Cannes.

From there the train headed towards the old town, Le Suquet. The town sat on top of a hill overlooking Cannes. The cobbled streets, the narrow pathways and the local restaurants, all provide the distinct flavor of the history of this place which dated back to the 12th century. ¬†The train then climbed the narrow road and stopped by an old fortress – the Notre-Dame de l’Esp√©rance. The fortress was built in the 14th century and offered some stunning views of the old harbor and the city.

The stone roads were laid over 400 years ago and gave the reminiscent history of the old fisherman’s bringing their fresh catch to the old market(Marche Forville) alongside the rue-saint Antonie road.

After 40 minutes of the enthralling ride, we concluded our journey at the Palais de Congres building.

After a quick bite in a close by Italian joint, we headed to the beach. The French Riviera had all kinds of beaches РRocky, pebble, and Sand. Cannes offers mostly sandy beaches. The waves were mild and water was warm enough for us to enjoy the rest of the afternoon soaked in water and sand.

It was time to head back to the hotel and get ready for the Monaco by the Night tour.

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Until we Accost

Can you sense my throbbing heart,
pulsating with a valiant lubdub,
while my desirous soul
trying hard to catch breathe,
for I have your smile draping my visage

And I may be
a few thousand miles away
but my thought will stay with you tonight

And when deprive of sleep
I will gaze at the moon
your reflection in it
will make my countenance embrace your smile
making me remain in a unexplainable bliss
of delirious charm
thinking our time to accost is not that far

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The Unsaid Bond

Do we have anything between us?
or am I chasing a mirage,
a shimmering shadow
that glitters sometimes
only to disappear
after some blithe moments
to treasure whilst your absence

You mayn’t know
but every time you decide to leave
I am pulled into a ravine,
an abyss,
a bottomless pit of darkness and despair

Until you appear again to disappear
and the mirage loop continues

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Valiant Soul

And I tried to crawl
beneath the shroud that she silently wore
imposing an aura of her stout being
defiant and strong,
ready to brace any passing storm

But when I undraped her soul
I found a tender heart
like yours and mine
vulnerable and yearning for love
maybe story of every valiant soul

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Diatribe

If you believe in your deeds, let no diatribe shatter your soul, for criticism are often a reflection of someone else’s mind.

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Ethereal

Her charm
an early morning mist
dissolving in the soot
of some pewter skies

And her smile
an unsaid gospel
floating in the thin air
in dawn’s zephyr

And I
a lost soul
resting my anchor
in her ethereal demeanor
remaining forever in bliss

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Baroque

Walking down the old town cobbled street
I felt as if I got transported to some mystic time
the rustic tall iron structure
holding the lamps
oozing a baroque sense
and the gargoyles
displaying an era of Byzantine charm
and as I sauntered forward
in a haphazard way
the aura spelled out a fragrance
from the gothic times
a sense of love beaconed and
an uncalled nostalgic feel
arrested my soul
though I never belonged to that time
or maybe it was a premonition
a resurrection of time forgotten yonder yore

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The Creeper

The violet lavender creeper
climbing the railing of the cafe
housed at the corner of the street
has a signature of its own
and its aura spread an enticing fragrance
dragging many wandering feet
to the helm of the milieu
for sharing smiles and lifting souls

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Silent Prayers

From a distance she watches me,
keeping my thoughts in her breath
as she recite her hymns
casting my image
in the folds of her eyelids
giving me a divine touch
through some unsaid verse

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Totem

You showed up
as if the world I lived in
post your disappearance
didn’t exist,

only to vanish again,
creating a crate
of insidious pain
submerging my existence
into a delirious abyss of darkness
where the sun
the moon
and all the celestial bods
are sucked into a large ball of dark fire,

yet I resurrected
for the grit within me
had an epiphany to realize
how you never defined me
and the totemic semblance
on my soul
led me to a world where I survived

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Balkanize

You,
drenched in your ego
and selfish mutt
drove her sane mind to insanity
and balkanized her naive heart
to fragments of dithered emotional rack

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