Wave Of Poison

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"Isn't this the most famous joint in town, come on let us go in for a drink," Rohit pulls me towards the bar.

He was new in town and on a vacation and excited, but I was a recovering alcoholic and had been sober for seven months now. And then I saw her walk by, dressed all beautiful and laughing loud as she held the hand of the man with her. The woman I love, with the man she loves.

I walk into the bar and drown myself in the wave of the poison I had been avoiding until now.

This five sentence fiction is written for the topic 'Waves' at Lillie McFerrin Writes.

This drabble (100 word fiction) is written for Friday Fictioneers, 26th June 2015.

Quote Challenge: Day 3 Of 3

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Parul has nominated me for the 3-Day Quote Challenge and here is my third and final quote as part of this challenge.

This quote resonates in my ear every single day. Especially over the past few months where I have been hearing wonderful things about me, that I myself did not know about. You know, at times I feel like Poonam Pandey. Yes, our very own bikini bombshell. Not because I show case my "assets", but because she never stops being in the news. Well, maybe Smriti Irani would have been a better comparison. Anyway, I digress. What I'm saying is that people are making up so many stories behind my back that there must be a series of my biographies written until now. Every day it is a new story, making me seem like Mogambo and Gabbar. Does it upset me? No, not at all. Didn't these movies become big hits only because of these characters? I love it. And because these characters are fictional. Infact it makes me feel very nice that I am omnipresent in the minds of so many people, even when they have negative space in my mind. It is nice to hear stories from someone else for a change after writing fiction all these years. And you will not believe the creativity of some people. Same story, different versions. Different stories, same characters. Wow, I just want to stand up and applaud them.

I get thrilled when people talk behind my back. Mainly because I form a picture in my mind of farting on their faces while they are talking about me. I have been a rebel ever since I can remember and have always followed the right path. The path that I think is right, I mean. Living life in the open and talking honestly about things is what I believe in. Two faced people and multicolored chameleons are not the ones I want to mingle with. Every time someone talks behind my back, I move one step ahead in life. Today, I have marched so ahead in life that the line of people talking behind my back look like a dot to me. I have risen so high and am so happy, that these people are the last things that would bother me. It is funny right, that I have moved so ahead in life but the ones who talk behind are still stuck in the same place where they used to be. Jobless, with zero accomplishments and only a phone, computer or laptop for company, to stalk others and spread gossip. What a wonderful life that must be!

People talk behind your back only because you are ahead of them in every step of life. I'm busy living a wonderful life, handling a brilliant job, enjoying my passion of writing, cooking, gardening and painting, setting up a house with the man I love and loving the man with all that I have, to be bothered about such petty things. People who have nothing else to do, do the only thing that they are capable of; talk.

So let people talk behind your back. You march ahead with head held high. They are in the perfect position to kiss your ass anyway.

I have immensely enjoyed taking up this challenge. Although I couldn't post this yesterday, there was no way that I would leave the challenge half way. I have shared three of my favorite quotes here. But it is only the tip of the iceberg. Maybe someday I will share my actual collection too. And it definitely shall take more than three posts. Thank you Parul for nominating me for this wonderful challenge. I have loved every bit of it.

On the final day, I nominate the following versatile bloggers to take up this challenge: Shantala, Keirthana and Ankita.

This is what the 3-Day Quote Challenge is all about.

1. Post one of your favorite quotes (different quote on each day) on three consecutive days. The quote can be from your favorite book, author, or your own.
2. Nominate 3 bloggers to challenge them.
3. Thank the blogger, who nominated you.

Quote Challenge: Day 2 Of 3

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Parul has nominated me for the 3-Day Quote Challenge and here is my second favorite.

I never knew that I had the writing bone in me until I fell in love. I started with poetry first and then moved to fiction and other things. Poetry now comes as naturally to me as breathing. And I can only thank love for it. Nothing like love and its shades to invoke poetry. Although rhymed poetry is a must for me when I write, I do enjoy some unrhymed poetry. It takes more effort than rhymed verses and I'm not too sure if I can pull it off. I love writing poetry more than anything else and this quote is a top favorite when it comes to love. And poetry.

A blank mind is a blank canvas
Paint it with myriad colors of love
Close your eyes and invoke poetry
For it is a gift sent from above

Today I nominate the bloggers who nurture love in their words as much as I do; Aathira, Reema and Priyanka.

Thank you Parul for nominating me for this wonderful challenge.

This is what the 3-Day Quote Challenge is all about.

1. Post one of your favorite quotes (different quote on each day) on three consecutive days. The quote can be from your favorite book, author, or your own.
2. Nominate 3 bloggers to challenge them.
3. Thank the blogger, who nominated you.

Quote Challenge: Day 1 Of 3

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I have a new obsession oflate. I post atleast one quote on Instagram everyday. It somehow makes me feel good. Quotes are something that rule my life. Just like love. I am totally obsessed with quotes and I tend to annoy people by quoting some during serious discussions. But isn't that why quotes exist? Although most of the quotes I like are the sarcastic ones, my favorites remain the ones that I have read from some books. And the one book that has given me more than half of the quotes of my personal collection is Nineteen Minutes by Jodi Picoult. There are way too many to choose from, but this one is my favorite. Parul has nominated me for the 3-Day Quote Challenge and this is my first favorite.

Nineteen Minutes is such a wonderful book that I shall re-read it as many times as I can. It talks about human emotions and psychology in a way that was never explored before. The journey of Peter Houghton and the bullying that he faces is something that I can never forget. This book troubled me a lot. I was upset for weeks after reading it for the first time. It had a lot of quotes and while reading the book for the second time I fell in love with every one of it.

This quote is something that shall remain my favorite forever. I read this quote when I was going through a tough time personally as I was trying to get out of a broken relationship. This quote made so much sense to me that I decided to let go that instant. As long as you think that something exists, you will never be able to forget it. The main problem is that it exists only for you. If you believe that it is no longer around, it is more easier to forget it. And this need not be applied only in the cases of people or relationships. If you are trying to let go off something or a habit, you need to know that it no longer exists. If you think it exists then there is no way you can let go. The object of desire should be killed in the mind. You need to believe that it does not exist. And what does not exist cannot be remembered. You get it?

Today I nominate veteran bloggers and my favorites Shailaja, Vidya and Shilpa to take up this challenge.

Thank you Parul for nominating me for this wonderful challenge. I'm obsessed with quotes and this is the perfect challenge to showcase my collection. I have only known you recently through your blogs and I already feel like I know you for a long time. Your Instagram feed shows me what an awesome and lively person you are. And your blog title has "food" in it. That makes you my favorite already.

This is what the 3-Day Quote Challenge is all about.

1. Post one of your favorite quotes (different quote on each day) on three consecutive days. The quote can be from your favorite book, author, or your own.
2. Nominate 3 bloggers to challenge them.
3. Thank the blogger, who nominated you.

Tame Her, Else Blame Her

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Today we live in a country where a man is allowed to rape but a woman is not allowed to masturbate.

Yes, I'm starting off my post with this line. I have written enough posts about feminism, prejudice and female genocide. And yet I can go on and on. Because no matter what, there always will be something to write about regarding the trouble a woman has to face in our country. The reason I am writing about this again is that I heard two woman in my apartment talking about a third woman. They were talking about how the third lady dresses in modern clothes and is the perfect target for rape. A few days later I heard them talk about another woman, saying that she would never be able to get married as she is "black". It is so easy to blame a woman for everything. The saddest part is that more than men, it is the women who inflict such prejudices on well, women.

I did a little research on this topic among my friends, colleagues and neighbors and these are a few atrocities that I found. Daughters of a house are not expected to speak to their fathers. Every conversation should happen through the mother. This rule is more often than not imposed by the mother itself. And the mother chooses the clothes the daughter has to wear. She needs to be tamed you see, else she might spoil the family name. It is so irritating to listen to such things. A girl is expected to learn cooking and cleaning just so that she can please her husband and his family. And the onus of this lies on the mother who goes out of her way to make sure that her daughter lives up to her expectations. She is taught to behave properly and respect others irrespective of how terrible the others might be. I am so glad that my mother did not impose any such rules on me and I'm so proud of her for letting me be. No, she did not raise me like a son. She raised me as a daughter who was given the liberty to make her own choices.

The feedback I got from married women were splendid. Everyone has something to say and so did I. Mother-in-laws and daughter-in-laws are never known to get along any way. But the various reasons that come with it are something to watch out for. The main problem that mother-in-laws have with her son's wives is that, their sons treat their wives the way they expected their husbands to treat them, but never got it. Today every man is mature enough to understand the good and bad. They even know how to respect women. But such men are considered hen-pecked by their mothers as they give their wives freedom, when their own husbands restricted theirs. It is the typical 'Kyunki Saas Bhi Kabhi Bahu Thi' logic you see. If I did not get freedom, why should you?

A girl who has lived in her parent's house for all her life is expected to move seamlessly into her husband's house. She leaves her parents and her whole life behind and walks into an unknown jungle. The least that she expects is to have her mother-in-law understand her as she too has gone through all this. But no, she is in for a surprise. Remember that dialogue from Queen where Rajkummar Rao's mother tells Kangana "Ek baar tum is ghar mein aajao, phir meri chutti", that is the concept all Indian mother-in-laws seem to follow. They expect to give away their rusty baton to their daughter-in-laws and then they want to rule them with an iron fist. For God's sake, this is 2015! When will these things change?

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The blame game is apparent after marriage. If the girl wakes up late, it means her parents have not brought her up properly. Their sons can sleep till dusk, but if a woman does that then she needs to be tamed. If she can't cook then they blame her mother. If she can cook, then they blame her mother for not teaching her the right recipes. If the son wants to move out of the house with his wife, then she has brainwashed him. The fact that the girl left her house of many years to come live with this man is conveniently forgotten. But when the son chooses to do the same, they blame the wife. The son loses weight after marriage, blame the wife for not cooking food for him. If the son puts on weight after marriage, blame the wife for not cooking food for him due to which he has to eat outside food due to which he is putting on weight. Had they put so much thought on the fact that their daughter-in-law is actually some one's daughter, then this situation would not have arisen at all.

If the daughter-in-law is a working woman then all hell breaks loose. If the son understands the plight of his wife and chooses to help or support her, they should be proud that their sons are so understanding. But no. Curse the girl for influencing the mind of their son. If mothers think that their sons can so easily change their mind and opinions based on their wife's talk then that shows the trust that these women have on their sons. And it speaks oodles about their upbringing as well. They are just not able to believe that their own sons know how to respect women, inspite of both the parents not knowing the meaning of it. I feel so blessed to not have gone through any of such things as I'm married into a wonderful and supportive family. But my heart goes out to the women who have to undergo such torment everyday.

It is very easy to point fingers and blame the girl, but what people fail to realize is that with every finger pointed at her there are four fingers pointed back at them. For every question raised, there are a million answers that they are not capable of hearing. In this era where everyone is trying to blame the woman, the least a woman can do is stand by another woman instead of adding to her woes. But then again, who is listening?


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You have left a void in my heart
Today even my tears have run dry
But I know you are out there somewhere
And both of us share the same sky

I look for you in the clouds
Someday I hope I would see your face
People tell me that you would not return
And that you vanished without a trace

I loved you with all my heart
And you said that you loved me too
How could you just leave like that
Was what we shared ever true

At times I wish that I could fly
So that I can spot you from above
But soon the sky mocks me
It seems to have given up on our love

Every night I look up at the sky
Hoping that you are doing the same
Can you read my words on the blue canvas
Or have you already forgotten my name

I am standing here all alone
Awaiting your shadow on the sky
It is hard to survive by myself
But your thoughts help me get by

I am stuck in the beautiful past
Beyond it nothing I can recall
If comes a day when I would forget you
That would be the time when the sky shall fall

P.S: I had this crazy idea about associating the five elements of nature - fire, water, air, earth and sky to human emotions and love. And in the form of poetry. I already wrote about firewater, air and earth. This is the final one in the series, sky.

A Month Later - Did Nioxin Work?

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A month back I wrote this post about the day we spent at the Bodycraft salon in Koramangala to experience the new hair treatment called Nioxin. I was given the product to use for a month and write my experience about it. The Nioxin system that was given to me was for the type 5, that was for normal thinning hair. Nioxin is a system that helps in preventing thinning of the hair. Nothing else. Until I saw a really close view of my hair, I was not aware that I have thin hair. At the risk of sounding extremely narcissistic I'm going to say that I have really good hair and I take care of it very well. So when I was told that I had thin hair, I could not take it lightly. I was determined to solve the problem and was happy that I had the Nioxin treatment with me to help combat the thinning.

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The treatment consists of three steps. First, a cleanser or a shampoo. Second, a revitaliser or a conditioner. And third, a leave in serum. I'm very particular about the products I use on my hair. But after experiencing the Nioxin products at the salon, I was happy to try this one. But when I started using the products, there seemed to be a difference in the product used at the salon and the one given to me. The cleanser was transparent and smelt yummy, just like it did in the salon. But it did not lather well. In the salon it lathered so beautifully that I felt like my hair was a loofah. But at home, irrespective of the quantity of the product I used it hardly lathered. The revitaliser was cloudy and smooth. It spread easily on the hair and I used it all over the scalp as well. In the salon, my scalp had felt cool during this process. But at home, nothing. It was just like any other regular conditioner. I kept the conditioner for a good ten minutes before washing it off. At the salon, my hair turned so smooth after washing. But at home, the texture of the hair remained the same.

The leave in treatment serum was unlike any other serum I have used. I normally use the Moroccan Oil serum, which makes my hair so soft and silky. The texture of the Nioxin serum was water like. Foamy water actually. I applied it directly onto the scalp from the bottle and spread it evenly. I let it stay for a few minutes, before I dried and styled my hair. The serum does not help the hair. The scalp maybe. I had to use my old serum to help smoothen my hair. I used the Nioxin system every alternate day, for a whole month. So what happened? Did it help my hair in any way?

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Well, I have no answer to this. My hair looks and feels exactly the same as it previously was. I had not noticed any thinning earlier so I'm not sure if the thinning has reduced now. Maybe I need to get under that hair scanner again to notice a difference. Since the texture of my hair was already good, I expected the Nioxin system to enhance it. But nothing of that sort happened. It did not cause any damage either. No hair loss or roughness. But I did not have that earlier either. My hair looks and feels really good exactly like how it was before. This system did nothing different than my existing hair products. But I'm glad that it did not harm my hair in anyway. Maybe this is a good product. I just am not the right candidate to use this product. If I see my hair follicles under the scanner again and notice that all the strands are uniformly thick, then I would change my mind.

Having said that, I have had a wonderful experience using this product. Right from meeting my blogger friends and making new friends to getting pampered for a day. Thank to team Blogadda for arranging this meet and this activity.

You can try and experience #NioxinNowIndia at your nearest salon. This activity is in association with BlogAdda.com.

When We Laughed

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I can never ever forget this day
Of love, laughter and passion
It was just us away from the world
Your look made my heart beat fasten

We set aside time and commitments
We both knew we only had this day
I'm glad you did not waste time talking
Your eyes conveyed everything you had to say

The swirls of smoke drift my thoughts
Of how we moved on years ago
Why didn't we wait for each other
How could we let ourselves go

You have remained in my heart since then
Love won, but it is us who lost
Even though today we have come together
My heart realizes at what cost

Leaving behind our respective partners
Here we are entwined in each other's arms
Even after all these years the love remains strong
As I melt under your intoxicating charms

I have never felt this happy before
My bright smile reflects the sparkle in your eye
How could we have messed this up so much
Even though smiling, my heart wants to cry

Why did you not come back for me
Why did I not wait for you
So many questions left unanswered
But inside I guess we both knew

It is too late to undo the damage
But I do not want to let you go this time
Is there anyway we can just escape from here
I don't care, I want to make you mine

So much going on in my mind
And yet I cannot say a word
But knowing the relationship we share
I know every thought you have heard

I see your eyes and I melt again
After today I shall only be half
Both of us know this bitter truth
And yet, we just love and laugh

Written for Magpie tales: Mag 275.


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Life for me is either black or white. Nothing in between. Some people love and respect me for this, while most of them despise me for the same. And yet I continue to be the way I am, because that is who I am. Most people believe that it is necessary to embrace the grey in between, but I do not agree with that. Grey is an uncertain area and I'm not really comfortable with it. For me it is always a yes or a no. Maybe can swing both ways and I do not like that. Although I love the concept of uncertainty when I'm penning stories or poetry, it has no room in my real life. Liars, hypocrites and sycophants all fall in the grey area and that is another reason why I loathe it. I'm strong enough to handle a broken relationship or broken trust, but not the fake ones. They trouble me and make me doubt myself. And I do not like that one bit.

I moved back to my old monochrome template. Although this has nothing to do with whatever I said above. Almost every blog that I visited recently had the same template that I had previously used. Every blog suddenly looked my blog and that is a dangerous thing. Also, I knew that no matter what template I change to, I shall always come back to this one. I like simple things and simplicity. Complicated jazz is not for me. This blogger template is fuss free and oh so easy to customize. I'm done with trying to find a suitable background and a suitable header. I tried to incorporate yellow or teal somewhere, but that was jarring. Green reminds me of excel sheets and orange and I still don't get along well enough. So I decided to leave it the way it is. Black and white with tiny elements of red and blue. They say that a blog is a reflection of its owner. Well, let me live up to it.

This doesn't mean that I hate colors. I love colors and everything colorful. But they are reserved for a few things only. Earlier even my clothes were only in black or white. But as situations in life changed, so did my wardrobe. I embrace colors easily now and they are very much a part of me. But black and white shall always remain my favorites. It has a certain beauty to it. Black is powerful and strong. No nonsense and it blends into everything. White is pure and sincere in every form. It deserves to stand out on its own as anything else will malign its true identity. It is difficult to work with white, but if you get it right then nothing is more prettier.

Both these colors reside in me in the equal amount and make me the person I am today. They give me the strength to be transparent in my words. No hidden agenda or motives. But not all of us have to be like this. I know a few people who are like this and I love them for that. The others choose to hide something but I still like them for what they are. Their hidden thoughts are none of my business anyway. I don't like to prod too much into an other's life. Live and let live is my mantra. If you can't do that, then please walk out of my life. Else, I shall throw you out. And I shall do this upfront and not behind your back. Oflate I have met so many people who change their colors at the drop of a hat. So much that soon they will be farting rainbows. Maybe it comes easily to some people. Changing colors I mean.

I have been taught to be honest and upright. It is not mandatory that I have to follow everything that I was taught as part of my convent education, but some things have become a part of me. I do not chant "Jesus" with every word, but I know what is right and what is wrong. And yes, there is nothing in between here as well.

Desert Rose

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I stood alone all this while
Waiting for a mirage to cross my eye
But nothing ever came my way
My own existence felt like a lie

Only the heat kept me company
The sun glared on with all its might
In-spite of the warmth, I felt cold inside
Be it the morning, noon or night

What have I done to deserve this
Is this how my life will always be
Will I find my knight in shining armor
To my locked life who holds the key

Just when I had given up on love
I saw the first glimpse of you
I just prayed my mind was not playing tricks
When you came closer, I knew you were true

Looking at you, my faith was restored
I always knew that God had a plan
When you smiled down upon me
I realized that you were my perfect man

You brought me peace and hope
Hovering above me all the time
You were the perfect companion
I the words, you the rhyme

My life feels so bright now
You sprinkled love in the perfect dose
Finally after years of standing alone
On my parched earth then bloomed a rose

P.S: I had this crazy idea about associating the five elements of nature - fire, water, air, earth and sky to human emotions and love. And in the form of poetry. I already wrote about fire, water and air. This one is the fourth in the series, earth.

Book Review: Without You

Title: Without You
Author: Preethi Venugopala
Publisher: Write India Publishers
Genre: Fiction/Romance
Price: Rs. 150 on Amazon.
Pages: 198

When Ananya, a bubbly twenty-year-old engineering student, reaches her Grandmother's house in Sreepuram on a month long vacation, romance is the last thing on her mind. However, she meets Dr. Arjun there and falls head over heels in love.

As it often happens, the path of true love never runs smooth. Circumstances force them apart even though they were madly in love. She becomes a victim of depression. When everything fails to return her to normalcy, help arrives from an unexpected source. Will she ever find happiness again? Will time allow her heart to heal and forget Arjun? What indeed is true love?

Travel with Ananya to the picturesque Sreepuram, face the chaos of Bengaluru, and relish the warmth of magical Dubai in this heartwarming tale of love, betrayal, friendship, and miracles.

It always is a delight to read a book from an author whom you know personally. And if the author is a fellow blogger, then the joy doubles. Preethi Venugopala is a blogger friend whom I met during a blogger meet. I hadn't read her blog until then. But after I visited her blog, there has been no looking book. A grammar nazi, her words are always perfect and never out of place. Her fiction gives me a complex and I know that she is a better story teller than almost everyone out there. Her A to Z - 2015 posts were something to watch out for and her stories have a grip on the mind of the reader. Well, atleast mine. When I heard that she was coming out with a full fledged novel, I was excited. First, because I was happy to see a fellow blogger turn author. Next, because I knew that the book would be good.

Without You is a simple and warm love story between Ananya and Arjun. On a vacation to her grand mother's house, Ananya meets Dr. Arjun and is besotted by him. And this happens in the third page of the book. Yes, the book is fast paced and I finished it in well under three hours. Arjun falls in love with her too and soon they have the grand mother's blessings as well. When everything seems rosy, enters Arjun's mother to ruin the scene. Arjun happens to be the scion of a famous group of companies called 'Shine Group' and his mother is not too pleased with his choice of a life partner. A misunderstanding follows and soon Ananya is left heartbroken and depressed.

She returns to Bangalore and tries to move on with her life but Arjun and his thoughts continue to plague her. Chance meetings with a certain Colonel Nair, who always tells her that Arjun is a good lad doesn't help her either as she starts pouring out her woes in a journal addressing it to who else but Arjun. Ananya tries her best to move on with the help of her friends Khushi and Poornima. Soon Ananya completes her education and is offered a job in Dubai. To start a fresh life, she moves to Dubai and is helped around by her cousin Kishore and his family. She makes new friends Tom and Lily and is enjoying her new life, when Arjun makes his presence felt in Dubai. What happens next? Will Ananya forgive Arjun or will his mother come back to create a scene again? And who exactly is this Colonel Nair who is helping Ananya silently? All these elements blend together to form the rest of the story.

This book is a breezy read and perfect for a romance lover like me. The story is simple and since I know the talents of the author very well, I could see glimpses of the author herself in Ananya. People who follow Preethi on Facebook will know her varied interests in painting and sketching. Ananya borrows this trait from her. The language used is crisp and the author paints a wonderful picture of the locations. Ananya clearly is the main protagonist as every page and every twist is all about her and she is present in every scene. But what troubled me was that, why would a girl so young and bright try to end her life over someone whom she had just met? I know that she was head over heels in love and this was her first love, but somehow I was not convinced about this angle.

Arjun, the hero is called a spineless fellow more than once in the book and that is exactly what he is. As a character going through inner turmoil due to the death of his father, his actions were something that I could not relate to. Him following every detail of Ananya's life and having pictures of her in various angles and even moving to Dubai felt stalkerish, although Ananya refuses to see it that way. Why didn't he come and talk to Ananya initially and save her from the misery she was putting herself through? The mention of Poornima's cousin, had me immediately guess the plot. It could have been implemented some other way. Maybe in the form of Ananya's grand mother. I was disappointed to not read more of her in the book, after having read so much about her in the earlier chapters.

Since it is Preethi's book, I was not surprised to find impeccable grammar. But the words "I would have made you mine" hinting at sex and "giving and receiving love" again hinting at the same felt out of place as did the sex scene. The story would have continued without it and still would have ended the way it did. If there is one major flaw in this book, then it is the character of Colonel R.S Nair. When he reminded Ananya of someone, I guessed who it could be. But I was only partially right. The other part left me dumbfounded and not in a good way. This portion was totally unbelievable and unnecessary. Although the author has explained it, it did not make sense to me. I also would have loved to read more about Ananya's relationship with her parents. This part was hardly explored. And so was the pain and trauma of Arjun's mother. I did not get to see her side of the story at all. She lost her husband too, didn't she?

Verdict: The story has heart and the flow is fast and crisp. The language used is brilliant and the descriptions are near perfect. Apart from the few flaws mentioned above, the book makes a decent read. A very good first attempt by the author.

Rating: 2.5 out of 5.

The Forever Wait

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Everything felt so rosy and nice
I was the perfect pretty and coy bride
I looked at you from the corner of my eye
I could see your face gleaming with pride

I had dreamt of this day since forever
And then you came in as my dark knight
Sweeping me off my humble feet
Promising me of a future so bright

I felt so thrilled to be yours
As I awaited this new journey of life
I planned to start everything fresh
Walking by your side, as your wife

But it all came to an end that very night
Our marital bed now held your luggage
I stood frozen as you told me you had to leave
All my dreams descended on me like baggage

All you said was that you will call me soon
Informing me of the day that I can join you
With hope I sent you away with a smile
I didn't know then what you said was not true

Years passed and I'm here all alone
Your parents abuse me and mine wont take me back
I am left all stranded by myself
The red vermilion now turning to black

I cannot take this pain anymore
Even my dreams now laugh at me
No matter how far I stretch my eyes
Only an infinite void I can see

Today I end this meaningless existence
Giving up on life once and for all
Even as this earth envelopes me again
I am still awaiting that phone call

Written for Magpie Tales: Mag 274.

Action Replay - May 2015

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Since May started with a vacation, it was a relaxing month to begin with. Cal and I came back all refreshed and rejuvenated. We love travelling and Goa is a place that we visit atleast once a year. Travelling is something that gives us immense peace and is something that we indulge in as often as we can. Travelling with Cal is a wonderful experience as he is the best ever travel buddy you can ask for. Both of us are no nonsense people and are very local. We do not like to stay in resorts or five star hotels, as we are out most of the time. We like to explore the hidden places in a city and create memories. Cal being a vegetarian finds it difficult to find some good veg food in Goa. But he goes out of his way to make sure that I get my full of sea food.

After a wonderful vacation we came back to the regular grind of work. And our latest passion, gardening. There are so many things that we have wanted to do together but were unable to do so before. But now we are more than making up for it. When our first hibiscus plant yielded a flower, both of us went crazy with joy. It was a bright orange flower and it stood out in our balcony. The next week, we got ourselves another hibiscus with white flowers. It yielded beautifully as well. Now we have five varieties of hibiscus in white, orange, red, pink and yellow and they are our pride. Everyday atleast one flower blooms and welcomes us every morning. We use it during our puja everyday and have become self reliant in terms of flowers at least. We plan to put in our seeds for tomato, chillies and ladies finger this weekend. Gardening is highly addictive and we cannot get enough of plants. This new hobby is something that we both are immensely enjoying.

Another thing that we are now taking up is fitness. Earlier we used to end up eating out very often and had put on loads of weight. But once we shifted to our own place, I have put in an unsaid rule that food now shall be fresh, healthy and home made only. We even go for walks every morning and work out at home. Not following any strict diet though. We eat healthy and in limited portions. It is working beautifully for us. Both of us have begun to lose weight and we look much better and healthier now. My health has miraculously improved after we came here and I cannot be more happier. My battle with PCOD seems to be ending and yes, I am winning.

Work was pretty hectic this month, but I maintained my sanity throughout and came out with flying colors. This stressful schedule lasted until two days ago. With just 17 posts during May and 5 in June, writing took a back seat. Usually it would have affected me a lot but this time I did not even have the time to care. Another hobby that has taken a complete back seat is reading. I started 'The Cuckoo's Calling' eons ago, but haven't got past the first 150 pages yet. The story is mind blowing, but lack of time is preventing me from picking it up again. A friend pointed out that J.K Rowling and I must have been enemies last birth as I haven't got past the first two pages of the Harry Potter series either. But the main reason I want to finish off this book is so that I can start with 'Rebecca' soon after it. I hate leaving books unfinished and shall not rest until I have finished a book I started. 'Lolita' still stares back at me from the corner of my book shelf. Hopefully by this year I get to complete that book.

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Now for the most important announcement. From now on 'Fashion And Beauty' will no longer be featured on LOL. Although I enjoyed doing fashion, beauty and style posts here, I think this place deserves more of poetry, fiction and my rants. And since I want to write more about fashion and beauty as well, I am starting a new blog solely for that. This was the idea initially, since I bought my own domain and all that. And since Life Of Leo was all about my life I thought fashion, style and beauty should be a part of it too. But I am not comfortable with it anymore. I want to write creative stuff and about fashion as often as I can and having them at the same place will clash and will become way too much to handle. A new fashion blog was the best idea that I could come up with. After six years I have started a new blog and I am so excited. Now all I have to do is set it up and customize it. I am all thrilled. You will hear the details soon.

But no matter how many blogs I own, this one will always remain my favorite. My first child. LOL has made it to the directory of the best Indian blogs for the third consecutive year and I am so proud of myself. I need to make more time to write more now. It has been long since I wrote a piece of fiction and I am dying to do so. I had a couple of ideas in my mind for a series, but none of them materialized on print. I shall write something soon. Very soon. We are halfway through June and I just have five posts until now. Such a shame. I shall try to have a post everyday from today so that I somehow mange to touch twenty posts a month. But then again, I do not want to write because I have to put up something. I just hope some good ideas flow and I get some good content to write about.

So, that was all about May and my ideas for June. What's your plan?

Hot Air

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We aren't that entirely different
And yet we have nothing in common
I am more than attracted to you
And yet I will proceed with caution

All these years we were friends
Two different sides of the same coin
Love changed everything for us
Coming together only to later unjoin

Everything is wrong about this union
I the blazing fire, you the potent air
Both wanting to dominate in every sphere
Survival of this combo is rarer than rare

And yet I do not want to give up
You are the best thing to happen to me
Without you life seems incomplete
In my future, you I can see

Let us each take a step back now
Think about what matters more
It all is in our hands now
If we want to sink or soar

Let us put behind our differences
And bring our love to the front
Let us work on ourselves together
None of us have to bear the brunt

You are the reason for my being
I only see my myself in your eyes
From now on there is a new beginning
Together as hot air, let us rise and rise

P.S: I suddenly had this crazy idea about associating the five elements of nature - fire, water, earth, air and sky to human emotions and love. And in the form of poetry. I wrote about fire and water here. This one is the third in the series, air.

P.S.S: I haven't written for seven days. Work kept me super busy. But now, I am back!

Do Your Bit #WorldEnvironmentDay

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Today when I woke up and opened the door to the balcony, I saw that my orange hibiscus plant had sprouted two flowers. They looked so fresh and beautiful that my day was made. There was a bud on the white one and I expected it to bloom by tomorrow. But after I had had my morning cup of coffee, I saw that the white one had bloomed as well. The weather was gloomy this morning, here in Bangalore, around 7 am. But past 8 am, the flower was open and pristine white in color. My day got more better. Cal and I are first time gardeners and we bought in a few plants when we moved into a place of our own. We stay on the third floor and the plants are put up in the balcony. And we love tending to them. We water them everyday day and talk to them. Every time one of them has a bloomed flower, we go crazy. And incredibly happy. It is nice to see a beautiful life grow in front of your eyes. Now, we are all set to grow some organic vegetables as well.

Now you must be thinking why am I talking about plants suddenly. Today is World Environment Day, and I for one love the environment I stay in. I have a beautiful house and a loving husband, my house is clean and organized, my plants are blooming well and I have everything going my way. But what about the outside environment? If only I could say the same about it. As I walked up to hail an auto to get to my workplace, I saw the garbage strewn around in the corner of my lane. That is when I realized that no matter how careful I am at home, I might be prone to so many other things once I am outside. Be it the street or the air. Or the water. Nothing can be trusted these days. Even our loyal maggi, finally gave up on us.

Bangalore has now become a concrete jungle and most of the canopy of trees and parks have now made way for offices and apartments. We cannot halt the modernization process, but we sure can do our bit to make the world a better place. For our future and our future generation. I do not want to sound preachy here so I would just talk about a few things that I am going to follow from today. I would love to be a green warrior and go out there and clean roads and lakes. But I hardly have the time to do anything apart from work and house work these days. I am a realist and I want to set realistic expectations. And I do not want to look at the world with rose tinted glassed anymore. Why? Because those glasses have a layer of grime on them now.

~ I will never switch on the geyser for longer than necessary.
~ I will not use the shower. I shall use a bucket of water only.
~ I will separate the dry waste from the wet waste and dispose them appropriately.
~ I will grow more and more plants. This clears the air around the house and brightens up our life as well.
~ I will switch off the lights when not in use.
~ I will remove the charger from the phone and laptop once it has been charged.
~ I shall adjust the temperature of my fridge, along with the seasons.
~ I will not cave in to my unnecessary urge to bake every now and then. The oven consumes a lot of power.
~ I shall walk short distances instead of taking an auto and polluting the air.
~ I shall report vehicles emitting a large amount of smoke.
~ I shall recycle everything that can be recycled.
~ I shall work on incorporating rain water harvesting in my house.
~ I shall dispose of electronic waste efficiently.

It does seem like a huge list, but it is not difficult to achieve it. Today as I live a wonderful life, I want to make sure I live longer. So that I can love the people I love longer. And I need to keep the environment clean for that. This is my first baby step, in trying to make the world a better place. If all of us take just one step forward to do something like this, soon we will have a much cleaner and better earth to live in.

Leaving you with this.

Finding Closure


I took a deep breath and walked down the sandy path, slowly and completely aware of what lay ahead. I have been through so much over the past few years that I needed some time off, just for myself. I know that a heart break is not the end of the world, but I wanted time to mourn, cry, recuperate and let go. I wanted to find myself again and fall in love with her. This solo vacation would give me the much needed closure, so that I can head back with head held high and start a fresh life.

This five sentence fiction is written for the topic 'Fresh' at Lillie McFerrin Writes.

This drabble (100 word fiction) is written for Friday Fictioneers, 5th June 2015.

The Hotter Clooney

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Whenever I prepared a list of the most sexiest men in showbiz, George Clooney always topped the list. There is something extremely sexy about that man. It maybe that charming face, delicate smile or that salt and pepper locks. And yes, that voice! I read that he has sworn off marriage a long time ago. But when the news of his marriage to a certain barrister came around, I knew that she would be one hell of a bombshell. After Elisabetta Canalis and Stacy Keibler, I was sure that he would not settle for anyone less. And when I saw his to-be wife for the first time, my jaw dropped.

Amal Alamuddin could be the only woman on the planet who could get George Clooney to go down on his knees. Apparently the man spent 28 minutes on his knees, before Amal accepted his proposal. And I don't see why not. Just look at her! Apart from being a human rights lawyer and equally as famous as her husband, her sense of style and sophistication stands out. I have been following her style ever since she came into the lime light and she has never failed to surprise me every single time.

Today if you ask me who is the hotter Clooney, I would say it is the Mrs. I mean, just look at her!

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Deepika Padukone was the second woman to make powder blue look this sexy.

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Work wear has never looked this great before.

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Monochrome at its best.

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I have never been a fan of matching separates. Until now.

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A maxi dress at its maximum best.

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That waist! Oh that tiny, tiny waist.

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Those long pins and that man by her side. How much I envy her!

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Ofcourse I saved the best for the last. George Clooney has never looked this smitten before.


Come, Be My Wave

photo by Toni Frissell 

Today I feel the first glimpse of love
Of butterflies and chill down my spine
Looking at you my heart flutters
In that one instant, I made you mine

I look at you from a distance
Your chiseled face and that gorgeous bod
I feel a mixture of passion, love and lust
Oh dear Adonis, my Greek Lord

Those green eyes speak to me
Captivating me to my bone
If loving you would be a sin
Then this sin I wouldn't atone

I see the mischief in your smile
My heart beats now form a chime
I am not letting go off this moment
Who knows if there would be a next time

I know that you are nothing like me
Yet the attraction I cannot hold back
I am incomplete in my own way
You are all the things that I lack

I am sure that this will work well
Before I have never felt like this
Somewhere deep down within me I know
Being in your arms would feel like bliss

Be the silver voice to my golden silence
Every boundary let us now shatter
Let us be the perfect yin and yang
You the screaming wave, to my still water

Written for Magpie Tales: Mag 272.

P.S: I suddenly had this crazy idea about associating the five elements of nature - fire, water, earth, air and sky to human emotions and love. And in the form of poetry. I wrote about fire here. This one is the second in the series, water.