“Don’t grieve, the old woman had quoted from Rumi. Anything you love comes round in another form. Well, Sunny thought, I’m good with that. As long as it doesn’t come around as a shitload of fog.” It’s kind of uncanny I picked up the sequel. But the cover and the title of the book was way too enticing and intriguing to have been left back on the bookstore shelf. This prompt was initially hosted by Jenn…
PAST PRESENT The luminous sky powdered with tufts of grey, candy-floss clouds hover over the ancient mansion. The mansion and it’s picturesque surroundings are now a tourist spot. Visitors here take idyllic boat rides and lovers serenade each other, in the verdant gardens. Some come to listen to the undying tale of love that came to a tragic end; amidst tears and gore, over a hundred years ago. Every evening, a figure sits on the railing by the lake, watching…
#Fridayfotofiction: week #13 – heir HIER The peals of laughter echo through the baronial walls, the fragrance of roasted Littis wafts from the courtyard, Maa serves Baba and Dadi supper; her pallu securely draped over her head, Veeru and I lie on the straw, gazing at the billion stars; all these flashes of memories come revisiting me as I stand gazing at the derelict remains of Baba’s Haveli. I have dreams of reviving the Haveli, by starting a school…
#bookslutthursday: week # 4 A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies, The man who never reads lives only one.” – George R R Martin Woaaah! #BookSlutThursday is back. Bolder, brighter and mightier, if I may say so. Thank you Shalzy http://www.shalzmojo.in for this engaging prompt. It’s prodding me to read faster and a lot more. So for today’s prompt I pulled out a couple of interesting things to doll up these intriguing books. Let’s start with these props that make this picture enticing and colourful. We’ll come to…
5 vices I’m thankful for: #thankfulthursday my vices are nice, Ahem! This is quite an out-of-the-box prompt. Who would think that vices could be nice too? And that we could be actually thankful fo them. Well, who else, but none other than the creative, spunky ladies at #ThankfulThursday. If I’m allowed to say so, I’d like to say this is a really quirky, dapper prompt. Thank you, lovely ladies, Amrita, Mayuri, Deepa and Tina for today’s prompt. All this while…
#Teaser Tuesday 1 I’m currently reading two books, both of completely different genres. Paulo Coelho’s, The Spy has me pretty much intrigued, as it is the legendary Mata Hari’s story told in her own words. The Unsuitable Boy by Karan Johar, I will leave for yonder. Yes, I turned this gossip into secrets”, because I wanted money and power. But all those who accuse me now know I never revealed anything new.” This is my first post for TeaserTuesday hosted…
There’s so much to be thankful for each day, and to start my day with gratitude, a smile on my face, and a spring on my feet is the sure shot winning mantra to a happy, positive, rewarding day. Like most people, I’m blessed to have so much. If I were to start counting my blessings the list would be endless. But at the same time, these blessings also include a few things that I am lucky to not have…
This Week: Word Prompts Educate Ethereal Epiphany Extraordinary Basic guidelines: Use the prompt in your posts. Write a minimum of 100 words on the prompt. Visit others. That’s it 🙂 It was the first day of February, The month that portended love. The month when many hearts came together as one, and many were reclaimed. Jay and Sriparna were taking a trip to Thailand. A trip celebrating 10 years of togetherness. They had barely taken any one on one…
#ClickAndBlogastory #week 5 #stress Put the stress to rest I have been the kind of person who gets stressed in some situations and at the same time be calm as a cucumber around the most challenging ones. Over the years I have realised that getting stressed does not solve the problem. It just makes it larger than life. What exactly is stress? To me, it’s a fear of the unknown, an impending situation that begins to occupy our mind…
This a serendipitous story. Probably one that fairy tales are made of. Once bitten, I was twice shy. In marriage and in love yes. This time my parents were being extra wary, and not treading into this territory after being part of my last debacle. They had left it to me to make my choices. I had met a bunch of blokes the second time on, all by myself. But none fitted the bill. I was a single mother to a…