I read the “Confessions of a Shopaholic” by Sophie Kinsella and I had tears streaming down my eyes. For once, here was someone who knew exactly how it felt to be a shopaholic. The adrenaline rush of buying that gleamy Coach Handbag and Hermes scarf and walking down the road head lead high as the… Continue reading Never would I have thought in my wildest dreams…
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Tears of Joy #SundayPhotoFiction
Uncle Sam was seated at his usual place in the park, having his customary snack and iced latte. I hesitated. I better offer my condolences quickly and get done with this. I always sucked at this one thing. “What do I say to a man who has just lost his companion of 35 years?” As… Continue reading Tears of Joy #SundayPhotoFiction
YOLO- You only live once. #AtoZChallenge #BlogchatterA2Z
I was browsing the net listlessly, my mind was thinking about Suraj and our incomplete trip to Europe. Now that things were settled with Nysa, Arjun and the baby, we had decided to take 2 week long trip to Europe covering a few countries. It had been a long time we had travelled together- just… Continue reading YOLO- You only live once. #AtoZChallenge #BlogchatterA2Z
X Mas- the season which was not jolly. #AtoZChallenge #BlogchatterA2Z
X mas is something I look forward to each year with gusto. Though I am not a Christian, having studied in a convent school and lived in a cosmopolitan culture, I love the spirit of Christmas. In fact it was my favourite festival , it beat Diwali by a small margin. I loved the homemade… Continue reading X Mas- the season which was not jolly. #AtoZChallenge #BlogchatterA2Z
The best miracle in my life #RealStory
There goes a saying that every daughter is her father’s princess. In my case I have been twice blessed by Almighty as I am the princess of not only my dad but also my grandfather. It is often said that grandparents love their grandchildren more dearly than parents. “Dadaji” is what I used to fondly… Continue reading The best miracle in my life #RealStory
Feels like home to me #FFFAW #FlashFiction
The Cove- as it was called was Annie’s safe haven. That one place she loved to visit in times of happiness and grief. She would sit hours watching the windmill, her eyes fixated on the spinning blades. She brought me here on our 4th date and I have been a regular since then. During good… Continue reading Feels like home to me #FFFAW #FlashFiction
The cycle of life #SundayPhotoFiction
Adam roamed aimlessly on the streets of Venice- the beautiful city which held dear memories since decades. As a child, he clutched his Mumma’s hand as they walked on this very street- as his Mom bought some custard and pie and he had his weekly treat of popsicles. He then grew up and walked with… Continue reading The cycle of life #SundayPhotoFiction
I forgive #FridayFotoFiction
Everyone had a solemn look,a few tear stricken faces as they stood around the burning pyre. All but Sudha. She had a smile on her face,it was more of an expression of peace, serenity,like she had been searching for something for ages and had finally found it. Sudha and Naresh’s was a candy love story.As… Continue reading I forgive #FridayFotoFiction
The last goodbye from a mother to her child #WriteBravely #WriteProBlogger
I am participating in The Write Tribe Problogger October 2017 Blogging Challenge . The prompt for today is Nostalgia. While we usually associate nostalgia with happy memories, it may not always be the case. At times, it could be longing to go back to the past and reminiscence those moments of pain, simply because those memories are all you have of someone… Continue reading The last goodbye from a mother to her child #WriteBravely #WriteProBlogger
The Proposal #FFFAW #FlashFiction
Little Holly was bubbling with excitement. She had just finished her poster with the words “LOVE” written neatly in bold. Dad had a sombre look, she couldn’t fathom why. It was Dad and Mom’s 10th wedding anniversary and Dad had arranged for Mom and her best friend Natasha to go on a all girls trip… Continue reading The Proposal #FFFAW #FlashFiction
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