It’s a bitterly cold winter morning in New Castle Upon Tyne, UK. The roads are snowed out by 10 inches. Elvis needs to get to work. His job as a newspaper boy entails waking up at 4 AM, picking up the newspapers from the dealer and dropping them at each doorstep before 6 AM, in the Heaton neighbourhood.
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…
#Bookslutthursday: week # 5 Yes, it’s Book ‘O Clock!” Another week of reading and letting those magically woven words sink in. I hope Shalini http://www.shalzmojo.in continues this prompt in the coming weeks too, as it’s gotten kind of addictive. Shalzy you listening? :-))) So I was at this little non-descript bookstore the other day. It used to be the once famous Tekson book store in Delhi, now it has a branch in one of the malls here in Gurugram that too…
Envy is a word that conjures up images of extreme insecurity and partial jealousy to some extent. But in a more toxic way. Jealousy to me is subtle, short-lived and mostly frivolous but envy is strong, full of negative emotions that can induce one with a sense of resentment towards others accomplishments or goodness. The cruel stepmother in Snow White is a perfect example of envy and so are Cinderella and her step-sisters. Long standing envy can have bitter consequences for…
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…
#teasertuesday 2 Ann Patchett’s books were recommended by a writer friend, Kiran who runs a writing community called Write & Beyond. I had already heard of the author but never considered reading her works. Though Kiran had suggested I read Ann Patchett’s Commonwealth, but as I was browsing through my Kindle I found this title pretty appealing. Though I’ve just read a few pages, but in my opinion this book might appeal to a lot of aspiring writers, as this…
#Bookslutthursday: week #3 “THERE IS MORE TREASURE IN BOOKS THAN ALL THE PIRATE’S LOOT ON TREASURE ISLAND.” – WALT DISNEY I’m reading all the above including a Kindle copy of Karan Johar’s Unsuitable Boy. I’m glad I have started the year on a “reading” note. Yes, I used to be a voracious reader, but the last few years my reading habits took a heavy backseat and got mostly restricted to books on Spirituality or a one-off book here and there….
#fridayfotofcition: #week 11 Valuable? Grandpa gifted the typewriter to her on her 40th. He was an acclaimed author of 11 books. On plants and diseases, on the Green Revolution that had taken the country by storm in the early 60s. He had stayed awake many moons, painstakingly typing all the research and work. The typewriter had been his true companion. A gift from the Viceroy of Bengal and a real piece of treasure. She stood haggling at the…
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…
#FRIDAYfotofiction #week 10 UNREQUITED The mist rolling tea gardens always transported Arpita to another world. A world, where there were no worries, just gaiety, playful abandon, enveloped in the love of Ma-Baba, Aboni Kaka and Junmoi Didi who managed the sprawling estate home with perfection. The gardens were a family heirloom, nurtured over decades. Ma-Baba were no more. She had moved overseas with her Dutch husband and had just returned to sell the glorious property. Arpita bid a tearful adieu…