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
I wished the angry muffled voices would invariably die out while I quietly pretended not to hear them. No one could be mean to a little girl now, could they? Alas, happy misconceptions! Mom would pull the warm blanket wrapped snugly around me in one clean sweep and expose me to the harsh winter morning.… Read More My favourite winter things #BlogchatterBlogHop
It had happened to me. I never thought it would but it did. I, who could conjure up a story from thin air and weave words around it in no time had hit writer’s block. How embarrassing! With ten titles to my credit, seven bestsellers amongst them, within a span of five years, I was… Read More Coffee shop chronicles #BlogchatterBlogHop
It seems like eons ago when I was filling out those store-bought slam books for my friends in school. Having and circulating one was a matter of pride and demanded trips to different gift shops to get the ‘best’ one around. Everyone took their own sweet time to recollect and share their favourite movies, places,… Read More 5 Things my Personal Brand and Blog stand for
Reading and writing are two of my dearest things. On any given day you’ll find me pouring over a book or tapping away on my keyboard, pouring my heart out. Words, both said and unsaid, have the ability to inspire, influence, and impel our thinking and are my favourite weapon of choice. Can there be… Read More Can reading win over writing for me? #BlogchatterBlogHop
I sit idle all day gathering dust, the pain of being forgotten for years gnawing away at me. Once shiny and the center of attention, rust is now slowly eating away my soul, crushing it into pieces. I’ve been here since dog years, dating back longer than the current inhabitants of this place. They pass… Read More What a puzzle, this world! #BlogchatterBlogHop
Jenny was livid. The glass bottle lay abandoned on the floor, its wooden cork misplaced in the melee. She rolled the already crumpled note into a ball and tossed it across the room. Her mother tried to calm her down but to no avail. How could she have not seen it? Peter, her twin brother,… Read More The message in the bottle #BlogchatterBlogHop