Words from my older brother Navin about what his week looked like. : I suffered a stroke. The right side of my body lost all its movement. This includes not being to move my mouth, my face falling off with me trying to talk in front of my onlooking family. What should sound like ‘I … Continue reading (Reblog) The Right Side
People are always shocked when I tell them that I don't know how to drive. It is almost unimaginable for people to live in Auckland and not drive everywhere. There are a lot of cars in this city. I have to explain it to them that I don't need it right now as I work … Continue reading I am learning to drive… finally
I don't like that question. I hate asking or being asked the question, "How's it going?" It is a terrible conversation starter. I get it, meeting and talking to new people is pretty hard. Talking with acquaintances is even harder. So, it wouldn't be a surprise that it is pretty common conversation starter. Almost everyone … Continue reading Conversation Starters: ‘How’s it going?’
If you are going to try something you have never tried before, a person is bound to tell you 'How hard can it be?'. That person might think that they are encouraging. It is either that or they want to watch you fail so bad that they can send your fail video to FailArmy. My … Continue reading How Hard can it be? (Ice Skating Edition)
(My plan was not to write stream of continued stories but now with the help of daily prompt, I am going to try writing them. First story in the series: Glitter) 'Firde!!!' the Slurred Cat screamed. 'Wait what did he scream? Did he say fire?' Maddy asked. Before One Eyed Solomon could reply, they heard … Continue reading Daily Post: Slur (Fantasy Fiction)
'I wanna go out Dad!' 'Out? Did you say OUT?' Dad screamed back at his son. 'Yes dad. I am bored here, there is nothing to do. We are living on heaps of gold which is really uncomfortable to sleep over. I have not seen the sun or the moon in over 3 years.' 'What … Continue reading Daily Post: Glittter (Fantasy Fiction)
'How is my baby?' I ask the doctor. He looks like he is going to say something but then he stops. He looks away from me for a second while I wait for his face to show any sign of trouble. He is old, definitely more than 150 years old as his silicon skin has … Continue reading Daily Post: Tremble (Science Fiction)
PS: I got an internship recently, and this is how I feel everyday. Credits: The Mighty What are you doing? I am trying to understand this code. You have to admit it is way beyond your comprehension. No I got this. You will screw up. They will know you are a fraud. Shut up! You … Continue reading Internship Monologues
What is smell but a trap? Scented flower buds attract Killing bees and insects Unscented buds die hungry. I have no idea why I tried this, but if you want to give feedback please feel free to do so. I would like to know what you think: even if you say this is … Continue reading Daily Prompt: Scent (Poetry attempt)
A while ago, I posted a Call for Guest Bloggers, Megan from ‘Invisible World‘ responded. She found me on Community Pool from Daily Post. Currently she is one of the contestants for the upcoming #NaNoWriMo and obviously she wrote fiction. Her long form fiction is amazing, particularly because she wrote about immortals and I love […]
'What is stolen?' the curator exclaimed. Security guard swallowed, remembering that it was her job to keep The Pandora safe in the museum. After all, it was the only painting in the world which can be spread 360 degree. Now, someone had stolen it. 'Hey bro!' the street beggar called out to the passing … Continue reading Daily Prompt: Exquisite Art (Fiction)
'How could no one seen a thing?!' Lieutenant Copper exploded. The two sergeants in front of Copper had never heard their lieutenant speak like this. Copper was a nimble man, full of courtesy and diplomacy. No other man had stayed in charge for as long as Copper has and that is because of how he … Continue reading Daily Prompt: Unseen Hero (Fiction)
The smell clung to his self. He could never wash it out, no matter how many times he tried to wash his clothes. He tried to eradicate it out of his self by trying different techniques, by using the ways of his victims. He traded perfumes from some of the best manufacturers of the world. … Continue reading Daily Prompt: Cling (Fiction)
(PS: that is not my home, it is my neighbors') To me, Diwali is the festival of food, particularly sweets. Families all over would create culinary masterpieces and the very air would be infused with myriad aromas. When Diwali is passes by my house would be filled with lots of food, boxes of sweets. The … Continue reading Diwali In Auckland
Chris sat at the stall, waiting for Selena to show up. The race was about to start and she was nowhere to be seen, it was her idea to spend the Sunday on a racetrack. They arrived at the scene together but then she said she needed to use the loo. Now, half hour later, … Continue reading Fiction: At the races
Imagine yourself on the penultimate step of the staircase. You are almost at a new level, representing a new world in itself. How you reached that spot is another story, worthy of its tale. However, if you don't reach the final step, something which often happens in my life, it can be because of two … Continue reading Rejections
Recently, partly because of my newfound 'Yes' attitude and my friend's insistence, I ended up at a meditation workshop arranged by people from Hare Krishna Temple, Auckland in University of Auckland. The person conducting the workshop did a good job, outlining the various religious reasons as to why a certain meditation is performed. I know … Continue reading Why so….happy?
7 months. Without family, with only an hour long conversations with people who I utterly love. And now, this morning I realized I no longer can recognize myself. Mumbai would be a place of comfort. Where I would say 'no' more than I draw breath. No to cooking, no to cleaning, no to socializing, you … Continue reading Who is this guy?
'He will be here, his letter said so.' Maduram said. Sindhu, the station master observed Maduram sceptically. Madhuram was old, looked frail, he should not be out on a cold night without any warm clothes. His threadbare kurti and lungi could scarcely provide warmth, his shawl looked older than Madhuram. Regardless Maduram was here waiting for an … Continue reading Fiction: Waiting for a Train
Inspired by a recent Meetup I just went to & today's Daily Prompt challenge: Obvious. I decided to try poetry for the day. Trying too hard you say, Mockery spurns away. Why is this such a bad thing? Everyone wants to fit in. It is easy for many to find their places, others struggle … Continue reading Poem: Trying too Hard (NZ National Poetry Day 2016)
In recent times, privilege has been branded as a word to describe to Whites. The use of the word is many a times justified, but I am not the judge of that. I am not perceptive enough to pick out subtle race differences, to spot the minorities. I am not writing a post about racism, … Continue reading Privilege
If we are having coffee, I would tell you that coffee shares are surprisingly simple and difficult at the same time. How much am I supposed to share? Am I just supposed to gloss over stuff, or dive into my feelings as I do in many of my posts. I would tell you that I … Continue reading Weekend Coffee Share: Househunting again
(I saw this on Facebook and I had to write on this!) John could see the train coming in the tunnel, the beacon becoming brighter. Newmarket train Station in Auckland was extremely crowded. Considering the station had every line passing through it, it meant it was as important as Britomart Transport Centre. However, John had this … Continue reading Fiction: Characters in Bookworld?
If we are having coffee, I would say that this week has been exciting and tiring at the same time. I did a lot of things this week and the main thing is I loved the past week, which climaxed with a beautiful trip down to Taupo Lake. If we are having coffee I … Continue reading Weekend Coffee Share: Eventful to say the least
In the recent months, cycling in Auckland has become one of my favorite activities. At the same time, I have come to loath this activity too. I love cycling down-slope, even though my nerves fire up whenever I ride in such high speed, I am glad I bought a cycle. When I cycle up-slope, if … Continue reading Cycling: A Paradox
(The following piece is inspired by a conversation I had with a couple of friends) The restaurant is pretty busy. There is long queue of people who are waiting to dine in here but those who are having their dinners here do not want to vacate their tables even after they are done. The tiny … Continue reading Fiction: What is Success?
I missed last weekend's coffee share as I was doing something. I don't remember what. The week started early, some 5 am when one of my friend called me to talk to me. Something was wrong I knew immediately and we Skyped so early in the morning. Something had came up and she was scared. … Continue reading Weekend Coffee Share: Week’s helper
If we were having coffee, I would tell you that I moved to a new house past Sunday. It's not as luxurious as my previous house but then again I knew it was coming. I spent the week here, making friends with the roommates and slowly our bond seems to be getting stronger, unlike my … Continue reading Weekend Coffee Share: New House
Racism. Something which I would hardly think of when I am dealing with people. So whenever people would ask me "Where are you from?" I would reply where am I from and just leave it at that. I hardly pay any heed to the subtle hints of racism because I do not have time for … Continue reading Maybe I should pay more attention
I am killing some zombies on my PlayZ console. The console and the game are really ancient at this point and I have mastered the game by now. But it is still crazy. I want to buy some new game, maybe military FPS this time but my mom wouldn't give me any money. What's the … Continue reading Fiction: Burying my companions secrets
I had everything planned. Give my exams, Monday and Tuesday. Finish up my presentation for Wednesday and then go for a Jazz session in a bar in Auckland CBD. I would have finished up with everything with a smile on my face. If we were having coffee then I would have told you that … Continue reading Weekend Coffee Share: The week that wasn’t
If we are having coffee(or tea), I would tell you that something happened that made me want to take writing seriously again. If we do have coffee, I would also tell you that this is my first #weekendcoffeeshare post. I always loved this idea, I tried it in real life too, however I failed to … Continue reading If we are having coffee: Some Reminders
Random person: “Wow that is awesome” Me: “Yeah, I got lucky.” That's how I always described it. Lucky. Not hard work or dedication; I was just at the right place at the right time. Many would say that I jinxed it myself, I just knew it was coming sooner or later. The previous housekeeper left … Continue reading Luck’s running out
I was assessing year 4 math papers yesterday. As part of my new job as a assistant tutor, this is one of the responsibilities. As I assessed their papers, I recalled my school years when I used to do the same things that these kids are doing. My frustration at the concept of complex … Continue reading Perfection
Eyelids flickering. He should know by now he is dreaming, that it is almost 5 am in the morning. The time when the dam withholding dreams is released, random characters both new, remembered and fictitious manifest. Yet he dreams on, his eyelids quivering as his sleep slowly withdraws, his breath quickening. He is standing in … Continue reading Fiction: Half Remembered Dream
Today could have been any normal random day. Only it wasn't. If I had known that I could have been this foolishly happy by just a book then I would have borrowed this book sooner: Malazan Book of the Fallen: Book 6 Bonehunters! Quite possibly the best book I have read and I saw it … Continue reading Grinning Down Queen Street
I have been cooking in a new country for a month now. Sadly, only once my cooking has produced something that I couldn't get enough of. I do not cook bad all the time. I don't cook amazing either. The very first time I cooked lamb chops, I followed a recipe. The result was so … Continue reading Sometimes I Surprise Myself
That is what I call them. When I moved to Auckland, I had a plan. Live temporarily in this place while I look for a good apartment near my university. Call it my incompetence to get a good apartment near to my university, or the fact that I loved my area so much that I … Continue reading Transit Friends
It is not easy; I knew it the moment I landed here in Auckland tugging two suitcases trying to soak in the new country and at the same time worrying about the things that I need to do. I knew that if there is one thing that I am going to miss the most about … Continue reading Thank You Gmail
I just move to Auckland and the last couple of days have been emotional to say.
Fiction: Literary Lion: Pool. My response to Laura's prompt: this time she challenged us to write a story in 100 words or less on her prompt pool. First Feet, thighs and then chest. Finally, I was in the pool walking towards that sparkling beauty. The sunlight shimmered off the water surface. I prodded … Continue reading Literary Lion: Pool
When I was in school, I remember reading about Dale Carnegie's book ‘How to make Friends & Influence People.’ Back then I was a weird kid; I still am weird guy. I could never fit in amongst people; I did not have any friends so naturally I wanted to read it. When I eventually got … Continue reading To Dale Carnegie and his book ‘How to win friends and influence people’
Laura's Literary Lion prompts are back and this time she gave the hardest challenge of them all: A 6 word story challenge. Her prompt is Star. Here is my take on the word. They are brightest As they Fall. There you go Laura. Let's see what other Literary Lion Contestants have written: https://villpowerstory.wordpress.com/2016/01/19/literary-lion-six-word-story/ http://themomwhoruns.com/2016/01/20/i-wish-i-may-i-wish-i-might-literary-lion-star/ https://newshoundnovelist.wordpress.com/2016/01/15/rising-star-literary-lion-week-one/ … Continue reading Literary Lion 6 word challenge: Star
My guest post on Sabina's blog: I tried to do a book review for Shockwave by Stephen Walker; one of the best books I have read so far. Check it out!
Maybe this is what the Bull must be thinking.
If life is compared to a computer game then each year would be a level. In the beginning of the level, it seems easier but with time it gets harder and harder. You pray for the demon to appear so you could beat him and finish the level. If life is a computer game, then that … Continue reading Level 2016: You Are Just Going To Get Harder Aren’t You?
Carol J Forrester shares her views on writing, she gives us her experience in this wonderful and inspiring post
After I finished my NaNoWriMo, I returned to WordPress to find the best feature is defunct. The Freshly Pressed feed had provided me with loads of laughter and buckets of tears. It is now replaced with a new blog: Discover. The new blog is not bad but it does not deliver as Freshly Pressed did. … Continue reading Discover vs Freshly Pressed: Why it doesn’t work for me
On Facebook, Twitter and everywhere else, manners are rigorously followed. Every comment gets a thank you.
But in real life, thank you is lost, meaningless and taken for granted.
I heard about this contest a year ago while reading someone's blog. Then it seemed a gigantic task: complete 50,000 words of your manuscript/novel in 30 days. This year when Alisha asked me about this, I jumped at the opportunity. Obviously, I have written about this previously too: My writing goal is to get published. … Continue reading NaNoWriMo Winner!
It is 1 am and I'm typing this. It is because tomorrow morning I will not be feeling this elation. Only an hour ago I had a Skype conversation with two blog friends. I follow them since long back and I feel like I knew personally. Only I didn't. I follow a lot of people, … Continue reading Voice To Words
Another blogger Megan from the Invisible World answered my call for guest bloggers and submitted her guest post, The Song a long ago. I loved her piece and I think so will you. You can also read her interview and checkout her blog. So here we go: A young maiden of immense beauty. Her hair a … Continue reading Guest Post #6: The Song
A while ago, I posted a Call for Guest Bloggers, Megan from 'Invisible World' responded. She found me on Community Pool from Daily Post. Currently she is one of the contestants for the upcoming #NaNoWriMo and obviously she wrote fiction. Her long form fiction is amazing, particularly because she wrote about immortals and I love … Continue reading Guest Blogger #6: Megan Interview
I was frantic over the fact that my blog, something that I am dabbing with my soul for so long is simply refusing to fly. A month ago, I decided to quit blogging
Don't blame me If I fail Cause you told me I'll fail. Don't blame me If I get angry Cause you never appeased me. Don't blame me For being a loser You never taught me to win. Don't blame me If don't talk You never listened. Don't blame me If I'm alone You never stood … Continue reading Don’t Blame Me
Here's Melissa's post. Do have a read, I for one found some great inspiration from reading this. This is one guest post I have not edited for it deserved to be as it is. Her Blog 'In Between Moderation' is amazing and worthy of a follow. You can also check out her interview. Take the stage … Continue reading Guest Post #5: Quest for a Right Job
A while ago, I posted a Call for Guest Bloggers, Melissa from 'In Between Moderation' responded. She kind of liked what I do so she asked me to write a guest blog for and that you can check out here. Her blog is all about balance, and she herself tries to achieve balance in her … Continue reading Guest Blogger #5: Melissa Ruddy Interview
I traveled by bus past her area, thinking I will be unaffected. But I become overwhelmed by the past. The past was funny, flirty and childish. It was something inexperienced, new and cute as a baby. The face I never could recall. I always marveled at my inability to recall her visage, I'm one of those … Continue reading Things Never Done
We are following the flock. Be the shepherd and change directions. Routine is boring. Avoid it!! It's lethal!
I have been unfair to the guest bloggers who responded to my call. For the delay I have cause I am sorry. After I published my call for guest bloggers, Alisha responded. I remember her comment on my blog about a few months ago and I followed her. From that day to today, her progress in … Continue reading Guest Blogger #4: Alisha Khan Interview
I found out that from midnight to 1700 hrs IST, Exactly 110 humans died. A hundred and freaking ten people.
A 400 word response to Laura's prompt. Literary Lion: Fall Harry waited at the party for his wife, she was running late today. She always runs late these days. He doesn't mind, in fact he is rather proud of the fact that she is so hard-working. Georgia is someone he has always admired and more he got … Continue reading Literary Lion: They Never Did Fall
As promised here is the fiction by Kailash Nath. You can see his interview here You should totally check out his blog. The cool breeze is making me shiver a bit, but it is refreshing. The morning sun is rising and the color of the sky slowly changes from blue to red, color of … Continue reading Guest Blog: #3 The Morning
After I published my call for guest bloggers, Kailash here responded. I have read his fictions via daily post comments and I can say he is a really talented writer. His blog is full of fiction pieces that will entice you into reading more of his posts. Without much adieu here is the interview that … Continue reading Guest Blogger #3: Kailash Nath Interview
Today his trot was slower, clearly favoring his right leg. Head and tail drooped, he looked so old today. He was already past his energetic days, but today he looked frail
Literary Lion: Flower Dear Jyoti, Here is the gajra I promised. Its Thursday and you always loved wearing it in your hair every Thursday. I vowed to keep gajra in front of your photograph, today I keep this letter too. You see, I have been diagnosed with cancer. We must have a strong love because … Continue reading Flowers In Your Memory
Many people catch my attention but only few of them truly captivate me. Today I met an extraordinary woman. She is my aunt's mother, easily older than 80 years. I don't know her name, her last name I learnt from the nameplate. I am clueless about her education, her marriage, her accomplishments or her regrets: … Continue reading Captivated
So guest blog #2 By Stressed Mess! You read her interview here! She is really great at fictions and is bound to reach great heights later. Check out her blog! Without any more delay, here we go: Crisp Mumbai evening. He boarded the local train with commuters; but there was a difference between him and … Continue reading Guest Blog #2: Life As We Know IT
After I published my call for guest bloggers, Ms StressedMess here is one of the few to show any interest in this Thank you! So here is her small interview & you should totally check out her blog, 'Of Silver Linings And Stormy Nights' she is although new at her blog, she has a talent … Continue reading Guest Blogger #2: ‘Stressed Mess’ Interview
Literary Lion: Flower (I just saw Nightcrawler starring Jake Gyllenhall. I was captivated by his superb performance and when I saw Laura's post Bloom I had to make an attempt at fan fiction. I'm afraid I couldn't do it justice) ‘911. What is your emergency?’ ‘Hello my name is Lou Bloom from Video Production Network. … Continue reading Fan Fiction: Lou Bloom
Here is the Poetry as promised by Mr Brent Kincaid. You can also check out his interview. You don’t matter at all, You hardworking citizen, You who toil at drudgery To feed all your children. When we need you to vote We pay attention to you But the rest of the time … Continue reading Guest Blog #1: You Don’t Matter
After I published my call for guest bloggers, Mr Brent here was the first to respond. Though initially I was hesitant to go ahead with this guest blogging routine because of a lack of response, I am going ahead with this anyway and I will run this series of guest blogging till I run out … Continue reading Guest Blogger #1: Brent Kincaid Interview
Literary Lion. Dance She lay dying. Her clothes were bloodied although most of the blood was from her enemies. She had killed many of them tonight. But not enough and now only the most potent and deadly chased her down the alley. She knew she wouldn't outlive the hour, she had no energy resources to … Continue reading Dance Of Death
I have discussed with a blogger friend of mine on the same topic and taking advice from her I intend to publish a series of guest blogs. If you are interested, you a blogger or just want to want to write I welcome you. I won't guarantee a lot of exposure, I myself suffer from … Continue reading Calling Guest Bloggers!
It lasted for four days. Yes four days. (I have previously written on my struggles to land a job.) How did I get placed there? I had little hopes of getting a good job. I had a specific criteria & I was not willing to enter any written agreement mandating me to work for the … Continue reading My First Job
Yes have me as a friend. I am interested in you. I want to know about you. I don't expect us to be best buddies. I don't want us to stay up till 4 am and have a profound conversation. But I will be your best friend if you need me to. I'll stay up … Continue reading Keep Me As A Friend
Liberty Lion: Time ‘Circles? ’ I asked. Grandpa lay gasping for breath. He is a stubborn old man; he wouldn't admit he is too frail for a hike. We left our house about two hours ago to reach the summit of the hill. He would always verbosely describe his childhood achievements and all of the … Continue reading Time
There is a bitch that stayed a couple of buildings away from mine. Or there was a bitch. I never took any pictures of her, but whenever I walked Jimmy near her building she would run out, a huge doggy grin in her face and play with us. She would irritate jimmy by trying to … Continue reading Why Do Dogs Have To DIe?
(Daily Prompt : Born To Be With You Not completely related but I found some connection so I am putting this in connection) Literary Lion: Eye (I'm being lazy by not writing another post but I already have written this!) I saw you in train, I was soaked from the rains. I couldn't see your … Continue reading Your Eyes
(Liberty Lion: King. Weekly Prompt by Laura Feasey.) ‘Who is this King of Browning street? ’ Hector exploded into the nearest constable. Hector had recently been very angry. A lot of times. His anger issues stemmed from his childhood, from his mother abandoning him but somewhere in life he got it under control. For … Continue reading Literary Lion: King
Having nothing to do is dangerous. The task less indolent mind wanders onto places and ideas that you would've never reached. And it's also possible that during such a time nothing can be achieved or a lot can be found. Such is my case. Every night I made a plan, and every night the plan … Continue reading Feed The Sparrows
My dad sat with me the other night to have a very important talk. I expected the conversation to involve drinking or something related to it. Instead he shocked me by asking a question I was never ready for. I will probably be never be able to answer. Beta kya karna hai life me? ‘what … Continue reading What Do You Want to Do in Life?
I graduated. Finally. Last week my results were declared and yesterday my convocation was held. There's not much words to describe this but yes I am happy. It's done. Last week me and my friends were in Nashik. One night we all stayed up all night and talked. I said life's much more than money … Continue reading BE Biomedical Engineer
I had an interview today. And their response at the end blew my mind. Not my preferred job profile, but its better than sitting at home and doing nothing. I have to start somewhere, if its at the bottom of ladder so be it. My ego can eat shit. I made my share of mistakes … Continue reading To whomsoever it may concern(Too Honest)
Optimism can only go so far I ended up saying the same thing to a couple of my friends, a lot during the last couple of days. And this was not just related to one issue. Recently I read this girl's post, and I felt sorry for her because what she is going through I … Continue reading Struggle Never Ceases
Animals are more compassionate than most humans. How anyone could do this to these poor creatures, I will never understand. The animals in meat processing plants were born and bred specifically for that purpose, and they are treated much more humanely than these dogs are. No living creature should be tortured and forced to suffer just for any “festival.” Their lives are much more precious than the meat off their bones.
Please, please, please take a few moments and sign the petition to help save these animals: https://www.change.org/p/president-of-the-people-s-republic-of-china-stop-the-yulin-dog-meat-eating-festival
For the last two days I am sitting in the hospital, one of my aunts just went through a surgery. Now, hospitals are scary. Downright scary. And they are white and all silent and squeaky clean. I don't trust things when they are clean. Tawdry seems real while tidy seems put up. Like there's something … Continue reading On Professions
I got nominated by Adi to participate in the Freestyle Writing Challenge, which is a great little exercise in fluid, un-interrupted writing. So here are the RULES of this challenge: 1.Open an MS Word document 2. Set a stop watch or your mobile to 5 minutes or 10 minutes whichever challenge you think you can beat. … Continue reading Introspection
Editing. That's the key. It removes the unwanted to give a complete picture. No, not the complete perfect picture but surely a picture that's better than before.
Inspiration: 'There's no present or future, there's just past happening over and over again'- Eugene O'Neil Heart's a kid, It jumps like nothing else. Heart's an adult, It carries a burden. Heart's fickle, It doesn't know what it wants. Heart's adamant, It has to get what it wants. Heart's selfish, Nobody else matters. Heart's selfless, … Continue reading Heart’s
Daily Prompt: ( Green-Eyed Lady We all get jealous from time to time — what wakes the green-eyed monster for you?) Jealousy is relatively easy to talk about. And social networking doesn't exactly truncate jealousy. The usual things like hanging out, missing out or not having enough money or opportunity does and make almost everyone … Continue reading Inadequate
(Four Stars Write a review of your life — or the life of someone close to you — as if it were a movie or a book.) While having lunch, someone posed the question 'Where would we be five ten years from now?' None of us could answer, but that got me thinking. If the … Continue reading To The People I Met in College
'Mayur, you are a Writer!' I remember school, over myriads of bad memories there, some few memories are ones which bring a smile to my face. It was seventh grade when I wrote an essay and the teacher announced I had written the one which she loved the most. It was a simple one, in … Continue reading On Writings
Ha! Ha! I kept laughing like an absolute lunatic on the phone. She kept shouting at me to stop laughing because it was something serious. Eventually she gave up and hung up the phone. This evening things went after a huge time better. I don't know what prompted it. Whether there was any prompt or … Continue reading Joy
(Source Inspiration: The Internet: IT’S MADE OF PEOPLE by King of States &Fleeting by End Kwote) I must have forgotten how to write by now. I admit this because I am not a regular blogger. And more often than not, I am shitty blogger. My blog is getting updated after almost two weeks and one … Continue reading One Year Old
Usually plans are made. Let's hang out here, let's go there on Sundays. But nothing happens and at the end you are left at home watching a movie for like tenth time eating same comfort food. Sometimes spontaneous plans are born, kindled by the preceding unsuccessful attempts of planned hangouts, and something great comes out … Continue reading Projects, Dashing cars, Bowling, Heartbreaks and everything in between.
Let's back up a few days for now. The last couple of weeks weren't easy for me. For one I had to face the doomsday conundrum: Decisions. Now, it probably is not a big deal for you but it was a big deal for me. I have to decide what to do about my future … Continue reading How I Stitched A Button
Thank you Adi!
This one is special. It is very close to my heart and I felt like writing about it for a while. Laughter. It is contagious, spontaneous and very much precious. Ever heard a baby laugh? In no time almost everyone looking at the baby starts laughing, the joy spreads across like water. If you know … Continue reading Laughter!
Continued, check part 9 Fiction: When Forster was born, realm was prospering. The combined efforts of humans and draconian strength had made economy boom. Trade routes were established with Maximus existing captured regions. The burned lands were largely fertile and used for agriculture. Reaves turned out to be a great King. The hostilities between humans … Continue reading #30 Breath Fire (part 10)
Continued, check part 8 Fiction: Every other dragon saw that. The King momentary burst of anger had betrayed him. Reaves called Garge back. 'You got him to declare his position to us. Now you need to make him expose himself to his men.' Deacon provided. Wise man had not asked about just disclosed terms of … Continue reading #29 Breath Fire (Part 9)
Continued, check part 7 Fiction: 'What now Reaves?' 'You tell me. I have an army sitting on my arose ready to go for my throat. And my hundred warriors are ready to kill your would be wife if they get the chance. This has to be resolved as quickly as possible. Otherwise we are dead.' … Continue reading #28 Breath Fire (Part 8)
Continued, check part 6 Fiction: It was a crowd gathered in the great hall. Each and every dragon had assembled to have the humans blood. And the humans smelled of fear. Everyone except Tamara, who should be scared considering she was pregnant. Oh man, Garge thought. If that child is mine,.. The entire court thought … Continue reading #27 Breath Fire(Part 7)
Continued, check part 5 Fiction: Aftermath of the fire match was worse than anticipated. Those soldiers who made into the shore in the first wave were gasping for air, smoke had lodged deep in their lungs. With some minor wounds and burns that were ignored in a desperate attempt to stay alive, they quickly began … Continue reading #26 Breath Fire(Part 6)
Continued, check part 4: Fiction: Sargent Davis hated sea voyage. He always got seasick. Only good thing he could see was there was the land right in front of him. A few minutes more and they will be ashore. And then Davis could pacify his revolting guts. Who cares what they are hunting? Kings make … Continue reading #25 Breath Fire (part 5)
Continued, see previous post part 3 Fiction: Foreigner knew blood will be drawn. But the damn archers behind him were amateurs, they should nor stand behind me. They should move and flank the opponents. From where they stand, their aim was obstructed by foreigner himself. Garge gave the order to Wesley. He could only hope … Continue reading #24 Breath Fire (Part 4)
Continuation, check previous post, part 2 Fiction: Hundreds. It seemed as if the next incoming wave was full of ships. They must been tens of thousands on board. 'I told you a war was coming. Whoever they are, they must have heard the same tales and came here to tame dragons, to tame us.' Wesley … Continue reading #23 Breath Fire (Part 3)
(Check out previous post, part 1) Continuation, fiction: King Reaves loved this hall. It smelled like fire and smoke, like ash. And its his home. But his father lost this. How could he! He never forgave his father. For being a loser. Dragons could not lose. We are invincible, even our names would ingrain fear … Continue reading #22 Breath Fire (Part 2)
(Since I missed a couple of days in my routine, and I have 10 posts left, I'll make a long fictional fantasy story. This can be seen as a continuation of a previously written fiction: Let's Catch A Dragon.) Fiction: Garge hated this hall. It was too big. Too stark a reminder of the dark … Continue reading #21 Breath Fire (Part 1)
(I couldn't write for the last two days and I cover this up now) Fiction: Ever heard the wind? Its a constant wheezing sound. You never realize wind can sound like this. Standing near the edge, waiting for his turn to bungee jump, the wind was all she could hear. Her friends all around her … Continue reading #20 Leaping
Fiction: Oh look at that walk. If it wasn't coming my way then it would have been really sexy. And deadly as hell. The tigress smiled. She knew the deer. She knew he always did that. That is why she never hunted him. That is why she always let him go. There he is. Just … Continue reading #19 Opposites
( Cliché Clichés become clichés for a reason. Tell us about the last time a bird in the hand was worth two in the bush for you.) Fiction: Please say something other than murdering them. Let's murder them. Oh god it was always like that. No other solution gave a permanent answer to the problem.Its … Continue reading #18 Murder
Fiction: The thing about novels is that they are full of characters. And the central character, the one who you root for, one whose love stories swell your heart and one whose death leaves you depraved is mostly one you can identify with. All the central characters are like that. They always make the reader … Continue reading #17 Like The Character
Yellow Away with the colors of Hanukkah, Christmas, and Kwanzaa. Show us what “yellow” means to you. Thanks For Reading Itsmayurremember
( Secret Santa You get to choose one gift — no price restrictions — for any person you want. The caveat? You have to give it anonymously. What gift would you give, and to whom?) Fiction: It is Christmas. The happiest times of the year. Lights everywhere. People gathering together, in their loved ones homes. … Continue reading #15 Secret Santa
Fiction: When a crowd of about hundred sit awaiting to absorb every spoken word, it is really easy. All it takes is a word to motivate them. Some more words, meticulously chosen to elevate the sociopath to serial killer. She did that. Chased the killers. She came to the stage. She only losers in front … Continue reading #14 Motivation
Fiction: December is always tough. Not because its the end of the year or because its the most expensive month of the year. Its because it is so cold. Yes that was the only concern of the homeless. With so many people helping out, giving the homeless food and blankets to keep themselves warm. But … Continue reading #13 Its The Holidays
Fiction in less than ten sentences: On a really bad day, sometimes you just need a smile. A smile which says there are things to be happy for. Even if that thing is air which being elusive to grab in hand. Or a toy which you are too young to play with, yet it tastes … Continue reading #12 On a really Bad Day
Fiction: Being an painter sucks. No one pays. Everyone takes your talent for granted. Everyone asks you what you do for a living. And people think that it is easy. No one realizes that art needs inspiration, but that should be something worth painting. He sat on marine drive. Offered couples to get their sketch … Continue reading #11 Paint The Picture
Fiction: She hated the cafe. It was so full of people. People with great lives, affluent jobs and loving partners. Sometimes they come in with their children. Children were the worse. She wanted children. But none of her boyfriends wanted to have one with her. They all cheated on her. And she knew she had … Continue reading #10 Depression.com
Fiction: He could feel the pressure emitting from her. Her shoulders shook a bit. She walked with hands hugging her body, head down and frowning. He knew as she walked towards him that something was very wrong. More than usual. More than the everyday upsets. She talked. Told him about her blasted interview. The interview … Continue reading #9 Letting It Go
Fiction: He lay gasping for breath. Water kept dripping from his face, hair all wet and stuck to his face. Cold ice water that rolled down on his bidy, his back, sending shivers across his body. Making it more difficult to breathe. And they started their inquisition again. Gathering their information which will be filtered … Continue reading #8 Betrayal
Fiction: What's the name? Crude?! That's messed up. What's your story? You fell. Okay. Next. What's your name? Sophi. You are awfully young. Your story? Female foeticide. Stupid! What's wrong with this world. That world, she corrected himself. That world. Past. She left that world fifteen years ago. Fifteen years which seem like fifteen million … Continue reading #7 Last Train
Fiction: Like! Share! Love it! Hate it! Comment! Thrash! Being yourself(anonymously). That's what Steve did. Entire day. Facebook on one tab, instagram on other. Twitter on his phone. YouTube on his computer. Oh, new selfie by that hot girl: like! Oh, picture with her boyfriend: Hate! Ex girlfriend uploaded a new song which she covered. … Continue reading #6 (Over) Connecting
( Countdown ‘Tis the season for suspense-building lists.) Flash Fiction: Kanja sat in the interrogation room with a paper and pen for his confession. His lawyer had a talk with him. They laid out a stratagem. Kanja wrote this: 1. Find the guy who actually committed the murder 2. Kill him. Or if killer is … Continue reading #5 Ruling The World!
He had given up. Defeated, he leaned his head back in his bathtub. His last completed screenplay was two years old. Two years. He had dry spells before but this was his driest yet. It was not as if he didn't have ideas, they just weren't good enough. The ideas were nowhere close to his … Continue reading Fiction: #4 Eureka!
Fiction: He kissed her! It had been over two hours ago, after the kiss he gave his conceited smile and vanished, leaving Mandy on the roof alone, cold and yet warm all over. Mandy couldn't sleep, rethinking about the kiss, what it meant. Everyone knew she liked Hank, now Hank kissed her. This is what … Continue reading #3 Silhouettes
Fiction: 'You want to do what Jere?!' Keri shouted. Jere knew this was coming. They had traveled so long on their journey because Keri trusted him. Because keri trusted his plan, even if it was unmentioned. Now when they have traveled half way around the world and they have landed on this mysterious land far … Continue reading #2 Lets Catch A Dragon
Fiction: Her eyes were darting, always returning back to the same shelf on her left. She licked her lips, said "Andrew get me that sauce". Another lick of her lips. Andrew knew what was going on. He had anticipated it. They were in the mall, holiday shopping it is. And the worse time of the … Continue reading #1 Drink’s the Father
When I started this blog, I did it to improve my creative writing. Now my exams are finished and I have a month of free time, I intend to make use of it. So in the coming thirty days, starting from tomorrow I will write a fictional story each day and publish it. I think … Continue reading 30 Days 30 Fictions
For those of you who live in Mumbai or are nearby residents: Random musings just came up with a great idea, WP Mumbai meetup!!!! Interested people leave comments below!!
( ( Calling Uncle Bob Have you ever faced a difficult situation when you had to choose between sorting it out yourself, or asking someone else for an easy fix? What did you choose — and would you make the same choice today?)) As I sat preparing for my exams my dog Jimmy decided that … Continue reading Words….
Fiction: There were three brothers once: Let's call them Good, Bad and Third. Good wanted everything to be perfect. He wanted to be the person who takes care of others, who is the perfect son, the perfect Friend. He could not see others in misery, their pain weakened his knees. He couldn't imagine a world … Continue reading Inside My Head