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Free like a fire-fly.

It's 10:45 PM and millions of my Nation fellows must be sleeping but here I am! Just finished watching a movie What If starring Daniel Radcliffe (as Wallace) and Zoe Kazan (as Chantry) and both of them happen to have blue eyes. The movie was a special premier by the channel and I liked it. It is mostly like other sweet romantics but with a bit of twist sort of tale but still it is a good watch. Not all the time I prefer complicated or a sci-fi movies. Sunday nights can, well, be dedicated for softer shades of human directions. Actors did good and I don't know why but every time I see Daniel Radcliffe, I feel as if he is about to chant a magical spell with his black robe. Well, this is the defect of being a Harry Potter fan and a great reward to its author, Ms. Rowling. Anyway, the movie ended on, as expected, a sweet romantic note and I, this time, struggled over not to cry. I am not sure but these days I cry over all types of endings. If hero-heroines meet, I cry and if they…

The girl with the sweetest voice.

It's been raining since last night and there is no sign clouds are going to run out of their buckets very soon. Anyway, with such nice weather and all peace at home, no complaints. In fact, they have urged me to think about the best days of my life and here I am...with one.

I studied std. 7th and 8th in a Punjabi school. Our Punjabi teacher, Miss. Harjeet Kaur, was a very lovely and kind lady. I loved her and admired her and I still do. Her subject period used to be the last, the 8th period. She was such a free mind teacher that she never had the time to fuss over studies and all that. She made us do serious study as well as have fun by playing games at times. Games happened once in a while but that once was enough to keep us recharge and wide awake during her class. I always count her name whenever I pay regards to my favorite teachers.

So one day, she said, 'We are not going to study. We will play Antaakshari'. All students went dead happy and we closed our books and co…

Death By Beach.

Time: 6 PM; Date: Today.

Warning: Do Not read this post because it's very very depressing, especially if 1). you are on a suicide mission (and I hope you are not), and 2). or unless you are as depressed as I am.

Sticking eyes to the laptop screen for three consecutive days can be hazardous to health and perhaps that's why I am a bit fatigued at the moment. After my evening tea when I again procured my seat to work, I felt I needed some rest, may be a bit of nap. So I paused my story and ventured to lie down for sometime. Sleep, as casual as it sounds, is actually not very casual to come when one is tired. With closed eyes, my mind wandered over several thoughts until I got hooked up to one.

How would I like to die?

The thought fascinated me. So far, my knowledge says all of us prefer to think and plan about the kind of life we would like to spend, the vacations, luxurious hotels, good food, partying, writing, living a grand life and similar stuff. Know what I mean? I too was r…

Drifting Soul.

Lying on my sofa legs dangling over the hand rest, hands clasped together,  I stared at the smooth ceiling; that spoke of human nature! smooth when close rough when closer!
I stared and thought until eyes dropped shut drifted to little piece of sleep not a routine hard to keep, woke up but only to realize this was the only time I could have some peace!

Laugh at your victory, not at others' defeat.

Right now I am settled on my dining chair willing to write a post. But could I any way commence without falling in love with the weather? And the heavy downpour that seems to have embraced the entire city? You can guess the sight out of my balcony right now. Strong cool breeze exhaled by equally strong rainfall is my reward of a hectic day. Sometimes, I wonder, rain seems to resonate with the human heart, relentless and unbridled and so it keeps on pouring and pitting against the cemented ground unless it is all empty and there is nothing more to give away. At the end remains the silently stirred agony and the touch of lightness.

Anyway, I am here to talk about the game my kid and I played this evening. It was Carom. Hope you have played enough to get tickled by memories. Since my kid is a novice, I have been teaching him since two days; about the strokes, rewinds, forwards, and other rules. I spared him with Cuts as it is an advanced learning. He needs to learn basics first. After c…

The 15 minute bed time therapy.

Would it not be wonderful if you get to meet the most fascinating person right before the bed time? Spend 15 minutes with yourself in quietness before sleeping at night and you can have that splendid opportunity.

A bit of free time, even if it is as little as 15 minutes, can help on a few important fronts. I am not going to talk about them because things vary from person to person but one outcome is for sure - that you get to wrap the day in a more sensible way. These 15 minutes put you to think about many things that might have been happening around and you just fail to understand them. The whole day can pass in a blink probably because of work or family or other reasons but let the day rest with you at the end of it. Sit in a quiet place, close your eyes and think. You can also call it a quick meditation. I am not saying the last minute will make a happy you. You may be laughing just before this therapy and by the time the last minute strikes its last second, you may get dull or gl…

The magic of Family.

Time: 8.20 PM Date: Today.

As my hubby and I chatted away on our dining set and kid was busy in watching TV, something happened all of a sudden. Somewhere in the universe, there took place a tryst between magic and desire. Being the only one possessed by its outcome, I asked my husband.

'Do you want some tea?' I looked at the clock nervously expecting a firm No.

'Yes. We can have some tea.' He said still glancing at his mobile screen. My happiness knew no bounds. Perhaps he too was struck by the same magical realm. My kid too was up to the offer.

I happily brewed our teas and when it was done, mobiles were kept aside and television was switched off. The three corners of a triangle occupied seats around the table and chatted nicely. Something clicked and I initiated an untitled game. Being a clever person, the hubby offered to peel garlic along  during the play thing. I hate peeling garlic! I usually bring them from the market, already peeled. But since he had miracul…

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Let It Snow.

No. I am not expecting Christmas nor urging you to do the same. It'd be a very odd time to do so. Instead, Let It Snow is the title of the book I finished almost...three weeks back, I guess. Even though I am more inclined towards fully stretched novels, this short collection of three stories did catch my attention.

Three authors have complied three stories round and round Christmas and its magic with the clear intention to make you fall in love. Among the three, my favorite happened to be The Jubilee Express by Maureen Johnson (even though my favorite John Green too has a story in it). I loved it! John and Lauren too have weaved magical stories with such flawless knitting that you'd not find a missing or an extra knot anywhere. All in all, Let It Snow is the book to pick if you want to snuggle in warmth and dip the head into something magical.

So the story I loved the most, The Jubilee Express, is not about trains (I just saw you sighing with relief) as the name reflects. In …

An exquisite lunch moment.


I was sleeping on my sofa during the lunch time but could hear muffled movements and softened conversations around. My kid and hubby talking and discussing a few things and one of those was lunch. They settled down with their plates beside me and ate affectionately. Not everyday my hand made meals turn out delicious. So they kept savoring their lunches along with a gentle nudge. Mumma! Get up and have your lunch. It's so delicious that you have made. Or, It's alright. Once you eat, your pain will become fine. Still I preferred to lay on my sleeping corner for a bit longer.

After a while, my hubby left for outside and then my kid again poked me with concern. Mumma! Please get up! It's already three. I am sure your pain will go once you have your lunch. Should I bring it? Okay! I will bring it. You get up now. So answering his own questions, my kid went into the kitchen while I still lay on sofa under my blanket and tucked in my socks wondering all the while. After a…

The Aromatic Tea of Life.

Life is like a Tea If brewed perfectly and carefully it has the power to warm you up in the right ways at the right places; But if brain wires get all fused  and entangled and all burned up the same tea can be something different maybe a medicine to drink if you have a condition; Right now, I am whining over other issues stories to get done, characters to build up switch the scenes or maybe introduce a new hiccup all these and a little leg pain is working me well up; My tea has, however, gone cold and insipid by now With nothin' good to offer, nothin' in it looks enticing now Never mind the infused aroma of a cardamom I crushed so diligently What on earth was I doing when it waited for me so patiently? Well, I guess I was trying to get my brain wires done With hot irons of hope, positivism and mental meditation But at the end if I give you a broader picture for a happy ending May be my evening tea has gone cold just like the morning one It still sprouted something such as a …

Read on Kindle. It's amazing!

Okay! So I guess you are having a nice day with books but what can possibly make a day better to go eyes pop over something outstanding? A great book offer, of course. My book, It’s Never Too Late, has already been on Kindle and now it’s up for an amazing offer. Buy It’s Never Too Late Kindle edition just for Rs. 22/- for the month of July. Read it. I am sure Maya will mesmerize you with her wits, nerves and the courage that each one of us seems to carry at one or the other point.
So about the amazing experience on Kindle, I am saying because I feel it immensely. This year, my husband got me Kindle as my birthday gift and when an ardent devotee to reading gets a device as cool and light as Kindle, it’s a serious matter. I literally felt nailing my hubby’s picture on the wall and worship it day and night (only I did not do it). Every year I sulk in advance because he never gets me anything on my birthday but this year, his sins are forgiven because I just love the device! Since the ti…