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Wish list Wednesday number 6

As promised, here is Wish list Wednesday number 6.

The results for Wish list Wednesday number 5 as well as this one and ones to follow from now on,  will all be declared together at the end of the month. Because of my travel, it is taking me a while to co-ordinate with my publishers Westland, to declare the winner and the special mentions, and so please bear with me.

For those of you who do not know about Wish list Wednesdays, it is a writing prompt that I am hosting every Wednesday on my blog till the end of January, in association with Westland Books.

What do you have to do to take part?
Simple--answer the prompt below in your blogs and leave a link! If you do not have a blog and still want to take part, just use my comment box.

Write as much as you want or as little as you want.
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The writing prompt for today is:

I wish I could touch..........

Leave your prompts below:

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  2. have linked my entry. :-)

  3. You have the link :)
    Happy reading!

  4. those lives where I could motivate them to pull back from depression and stand their ground firm.

    Preeti Chandrashekar-Vaidya

  5. On this republic day, inspired by your prompt, a post dedicated to the solder at the front. you can read the post here The Utmost Sacrifice

  6. I wish i could touch was last night, everyone was happy, with plates full of happyness and drinks by their side.
    It was the night of 31st dec. After every one was asleep i sneaked out of the house to gather at my rich friend's new year party. It was the last time i saw them.
    I returned, totally cheered and hooked up, just to find a house collapsed.
    I don't remember who said he must be someone i knew, he told me that the gas cylinder blasted.
    What i left in peace stood now in shattered pieces.

    I remembered my mom kiss my cheek (my face's still warm where her lips touched) and wishing 'let my age be yours', my father last hug telling me to work hard.
    They were somewhere beneath that ugly concrete pile neighbour aunty would not let me stay here and look for them(i thouht she should let go of my shoulder where father hugged me, but i could'nt say it). I dont know how long i stood there or who put that bed beneath me or how that house shifted while i the last remains of them.
    I don't know if God exists or not but if he'll boon me someday...i'd tell him.................
    I WISH TO TOUCH THEM..........once again.

  7. I wish I could touch 'LOVE'.
    I know its an absolutely bizarre wish but still,I wish I could do so.My Mumma gets worried so much when I am not well.She does not sleep for entire night and takes care of me.And for Dad,I am his Angel.My happiness is everything for him. My younger sister is such a chatterbox.Her day never ends until she tells me something spicy about her friends.She makes me feel like a star{yup,she admires me a way too much!But I am loving it!;)}.My cousins,far from me but always with me.They are an amazing mixture of a sibling and a friend.I simply cherish the time I spend with them.Those hangouts and get togethers,pranks and all the cool stuff we do is simply fantastic.My family loves me so much,its my greatest support,both emotional and physical.
    My friends or rather True Friends,those who have stood with me matter what.They have seen me through the dark times of my life and know exactly well who actually I am as a person.The bond I share with them is extremely special since its the only one I have made myself.Rest all were gifted to me by The Almighty the day I was born.They don't have a blood relation with me but still they adore me,care for me and love me.
    I enjoy the feel of it,the feel of love of my loved ones....I just wonder how it would be to 'touch Love'.It is ofcourse a tender sweetness in a relation but still I feel curious to know how exactly Love would feel when I will 'touch' it....:)

  8. Hi, preethi madam.. posted my link here..
    Touching moments of life

  9. i wish i could touch souls!
    they ve always been a little mysterious to me. its the utmost basic thing of our life - our character, humanity, what we actually are. but still all we consider is the mind n body, intellect n heart. Invisible though our souls are, it is us-what we are deep within. to be precise, i wish to touch the good qualities of people that they possess in their souls. my imagination is that, it would be "blissful" to touch the positivity, tenderness, kindness, warmth of the souls of people with good nature. its the purest thing that can never be adulterated!

  10. I wish I could touch star... And be on the top of world... And watch what others are doing... ;)

  11. I wish I could touch star.. And always be on the top of world.. :)


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