Lets resolve

New Year is round the corner, The blogher’s group sends its blog for the year calendar, the Goa reader’s club sends it, and guess what I used vistaprint and create my own calendar since my resolution was to be organized get some projects done and end of the year I presume I would be emotionally, intellectually and... Continue Reading →

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Call for my Wishes three

Old king cole Was a merry old soul And a merry old soul was he He called for his pipe and he for his flute And he called for his wishes three “Wish on everything. Pink cars are good, especially old ones. And stars of course, first stars and shooting stars. Planes will do if... Continue Reading →

Fill In the Blank

She opened a blank page, in her note book, if she had to be honest Narmada would confess, the entire book was blank. Each day for the past two months she has been sitting to think of what to write, there were things that set her arse on fire, but putting them on paper gave... Continue Reading →

Thank You My Friend

hello oldest friend... Thanks for being there, I know my letter to you would come as a surprise since I rarely mention or acknowledge your presence in my life. But yes, you have always been with me. But when sister Greta is spanking poor Roger for insisting that Spiderman visited him at night, and wanted... Continue Reading →

Rising In Love

With all your senses fall in love once more...well to fall in love once more, one needs to fall in love and then fall out. How does one know when it is over? Maybe when we feel more in love with our memories than with the person standing in front of us? apparently something can... Continue Reading →

In Commune

#instatales summer siesta @BlogAdda The stillness of it all, we are told that still waters run deep, but somehow the image brought about a moment, and the moment was that moment when we enter a place of stillness, it awakens the divinity within us. We actually do not know much about isolation and are clueless... Continue Reading →

Call to Action.

Post emergency era, In a small sleepy village called Manipal is a sleepier high school. The library hall consisted of pre-teens and young adults none over seventeen. A tall man who was reduced to wheel chair entered the room. He was wheeled in. and he started talking in his baritone timber. Over the next two... Continue Reading →

To Be Me or Not to be Me.

Me against myself, -- the conflict on this prompt began on whether I should write about autoimmunity or should I write about self-sabotage. The metaphysics of auto-immune disorders happens to be self-sabotage so i decided to go with it. Who shall I write about ...  the me who knows that to be at meeting at... Continue Reading →

Ambling and Rambling through Food Fads

#FoodFads I have this conviction that good food, good eating is all about risk. Whether we are talking about unpasteurized milk, raw oysters or working for organized crime associates food is an adventure. Think of going on a date, it’s like Jones triad, at least three of a set of symptoms should be present to... Continue Reading →

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