There are a few things that we tend to associate with celebrations. The feeling of togetherness, harmony, visiting friends and relatives, sharing of gifts and food, and lots more. However, there are times when the same moments are not the same without the company of your loved ones. Sometimes as we move ahead in life… Read More Celebrations #BlogchatterHalfMarathon
Sometimes the simplest of things have some special memories attached to them. An old book with side notes written in it, earrings your friend gifted you, a worn-out favourite t-shirt, and whatnot. Being a foodie, I have a way of associating food with almost every memory of my fat childhood. Some of the most beautiful… Read More The cup of tea #BlogchatterHalfMarathon
Hi dear readers! It has been a while since I participated in a blogging challenge and #BlogchatterHalfMarathon seems like the best way to get back to writing regularly. After all, it’s always our community that motivates and pushes us, right? A quick recap for those who don’t know about it: You have to write 10… Read More The Train #BlogchatterHalfMarathon
Anita ambled to the dinner table and set her customary afternoon tea in front of her regular chair. She put a glass of water next to it for her husband and gingerly got seated. Her eyesight had faded, both her knees had been replaced, and eating was now a boring exercise of gulping down without… Read More A song for the loving heart
Paul’s pudgy, alcohol-fed body carelessly lay splayed out on the lone deckchair. He lazily tossed yet another empty beer bottle at the rapidly mounting pile on his right. It landed on it with a noisy clink and slid down on the hot sand. The beach was filled with its usual cacophony; teenage girls in skimpy… Read More The Memorable Holiday
“You’ll have to do what she says. How else will it work out?” He shrugged, while She looked on with hope, and a little helplessness. “I’m a vegetarian. I don’t even touch or eat eggs. How can I make fish fry for your mother? It’s unfair, don’t you think?” She pressed on, trying to find… Read More Eggs and a love story
Mrs. Dave stood in front of the school gate and a wave of warmth swept through her body. Oh, how she missed this hustle and bustle; kids sprinting to their buses for the best seats, hassled teachers trying to mind them, helpers hurriedly recceing the area for anything left behind, and parents anxiously attempting to… Read More The School Gate #BlogchatterBlogHop