One Thing I Love about Me #ThankfulThursdays

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There is a certain clarity that comes with being on the receiving end of jabs from everyone around you as a child. Thanks to getting picked upon for having a physical built on the heavier side, public-speaking issues arising from a less-than-articulate speech or the constant feeling of victimisation that comes from an oversensitive nature, I’ve had an inherent dearth of self-confidence growing up.

One might not imagine anything positive coming out of this ordeal but I feel that the pricking experiences of the past have made me a sorted and somewhat wary individual today who’s unfazed with the apparent shortcomings of a person and most certainly doesn’t use that as a benchmark to assess their personality.

I was a good listener, always, and that made me an agony aunt of sorts for my friends. Although, I’m not sure I succeeded in giving them any fruitful advice when asked for it. I wouldn’t elaborate the uncomfortable secrets I’ve had access to over time, but the one thing that I realised and started loving about me due to this was that ‘I never judge anyone.”


We all have a dark side that doesn’t open up for everyone. Confessing it to someone needs a lot of courage and trust. Imagine someone baring their heart to you and then having a shocking realisation when you categorically reveal your personal opinions, which sadly don’t agree with their way of life, to them. Wouldn’t they feel cheated and let down? Would we want to be responsible for it?

We are all facing our own struggles and battling our own demons. Increased dependence on technology has brought about its own set of issues, the most pressing one being the loss of personal interaction. Everything and everyone is so out there that differentiating truth from a careful setup is next to impossible. One needs to be vigilant before making an uninformed opinion or judgement.

I believe that we are all entitled to make our own mistakes and learn from them. True, there are people who say that we need to learn from others but not every individual can be trained to learn getting up without falling first. Likewise, we don’t have the liberty to dictate the way in which people should lead their lives. Let us not bring government and laws into this for now; I’m talking purely on a personal basis.

Linking this with Amrita and Tina for #ThankfulThursdays



The Decision #FridayFotoFiction

She gazed at the fire without blinking. 
The cacophony created by the fusion of numerous sounds like the chanting of mantras, the non-stop banter of friends and relatives or her irritatingly teasing cousins would’ve driven her up the wall on any other day; today had other pressing matters.

She had given her consent to this but hadn’t accounted for the mental agony it would put her through. He was a good guy. Was she right in entering into this relationship with baggage?

She felt his hand touching her shoulder and turned to him, surprised. He signalled her to come closer and whispered softly in her ear, “Don’t be nervous, please. I will try my best. Promise!” 

“He’s sweet and earnest.” she thought and smiled. When she looked at the fire again this time, she knew she had to burn her hurtful past in it and start afresh, for him.

Linking this with Mayuri and Tina for #FridayFotoFiction

Courage #writebravely

What we choose not to do

And what we’re capable of,

When put together, determine

What our life’s made of.

Cowering under pressure

Or standing tall when in pain,

Is like the huts that shelter

Or get swept away in rain.

Nothing ever comes to us easy

When we leave our comfort zone,

Like the gold that shines when heated

Let’s do it, to come into our own!

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You can choose courage or you can choose comfort (but) you cannot have both.

~ Brene Brown

Friendship #writebravely

“I will not talk in the class again.” Chirag had to write on the board, 20 times.

His friends in the first row cheered him on in hushed tones, “Hurry up!” 

Their teacher heard it on the last row and smiled. 

A wave of nostalgia engulfed her. Naughtiness sure helped one find friendship in school!

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Prompt: Disobedience

Caught red-handed #FridayFotoFiction


She bit her lip to avoid screaming out loud whenever her smooth skin brushed against the rough greasy interior of the car trunk. She felt disgusted, filthy but this was imperative.

His behaviour of late had aroused a lot of suspicion. His offhand attitude paired with frequent implausible excuses had made her take this extreme step. Spying wasn’t her style, yet this situation called for it.

As the car came to a halt in the parking lot, she waited patiently for him to get out. She had overheard their indulgent conversations and laughter in the trunk. “He has replaced me with her!” she felt a pang of jealousy.

With her judgement clouded by his blind love, the question of how she would get out hadn’t crossed her mind. As she pondered her next move, the hood opened up and he, flabbergasted, asked, “Mom! What are you doing here?”

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The Hope #writebravely


The amusement in this mundane exercise was laced with underlying hope.

Suddenly loving caretakers, good food, decent clothes and clean surroundings were comprehensible indications of what was to happen.

With their rarely filled tummies and fast-pacing hearts, the children stood in a line with bated breaths.

The couple wanting to adopt had arrived. God bless!

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Prompt: Bated breath


My relationship with books :-)

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I won’t call myself a bookworm, primarily because my reading lulls are frequent and range from a few days, weeks to even a few months sometimes. Matters of precedence, too much of reading churning a cocktail of thoughts in my mind or, most commonly, time required to process something heavy that I read, make me want to restrain myself from diving into a new book.

Like many others I know of, having a stack of unread books doesn’t deter me from buying new ones. There is an unspeakable feeling of comfort in knowing that a whole lot of new and interesting characters, safely ensconced in the wonderful-smelling pages of the book, are waiting patiently for me to discover and hopefully fall in love with them. It is the beginning of a relationship, already. 🙂

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Is it weird that I’m obsessively possessive about my books? Defacing them by writing or drawing on them is sacrilege (although I did that with my course books, for recalling later). Back in college, it broke my heart to write my name even on my own books but it wasn’t an option since the friends who borrowed them had to remember that they belonged to me and return them! 😀 😛

While A Jr has a growing stash of books, his disregard to their upkeep makes me want to nip his reading love in its bud at times. Of course, I don’t act on it. I keep reminding him that a book, any book, is like a blessing of the Goddess of knowledge, Saraswati, and we must respect and value it for what its worth. It does register but also gets wiped out in no time, until the next sermon from his neurotic mother. :-/ 

With two kids, festive season, blogging and other responsibilities, squeezing out time for reading is becoming increasingly difficult for me nowadays. The half-read books lying on my bedside grumpily stare at me, springing to life once in a while only to realise that I’m dusting the accumulated layers of dust off them. “Soon!”, I make a silent promise, to them and myself. 🙂

What is your book story? Are you a fellow book-loving weirdo? Any new books you read? Recommendations? Anything at all, share with me!

Inscrutable foodie #FridayFotoFiction

They knew each other since college time, had been working together for years and were amongst the lucky few who had turned their passion into a profession. They got an incredible thrill from it.

It was one thing for these foodie friends to explore inexpensive food-joints as students and treat themselves to the best there was in street food, and drastically another to be called upon by plush restaurants, served and treated as royalty so they could post favourable reviews for them on their website.

Their friendship with each other wasn’t beyond their love for food though. She had reprimanded him in hushed tones on several occasions for stealing a bite from her plate or gulping down her wine while she visited the restroom.

This time, however, as his hand moved gingerly to grab a piece of her chocolate chip cookie, she stopped him midway. He shrugged and meekly smiled.

Linking this with Mayuri and Tina for #FridayFotoFiction

Beautiful Rangoli Designs you must try this #Diwali!

Diwali is lot more than a festival of lights. It is about cleaning up, fresh painting and decorating our homes to welcome happiness and positivity, coming together of families, friends and loved ones, dressing up in our best finery, enjoying each other’s company over a wide variety of yummy delicacies and endless Diwali parties!

I’m collaborating with a group of 14 awesome bloggers this year who are giving you some beautiful tips related to food, fashion, decorating your home at a budget and so on. Thank a ton Minakshi, who blogs at Mommystimeline, for sending over the train to my station and writing a lovely post on how to please Goddess Lakshmi on Diwali. Do check it out!

The significance of Diwali is primarily attached with lighting lamps but the role colours play in the overall celebration is also very important. It is believed that on Lakshmi Pujan day Goddess Lakshmi herself comes down on earth to bless her devotees with health and prosperity. While diyas/lamps are lighted to guide and invite her to one’s place, beautiful Rangoli patterns are laid out to welcome her in the house.

As a child, Rangolis excited me more than even gorging on great food. I remember laying out dots with the help of the specially dotted Rangoli paper my Mom got for me and seeking her help in choosing the right colours and patterns. She patiently let me take hours to make the simplest designs and was always appreciative. It was thrilling when I won a Rangoli-making competition at the age of 10!

Rangolis are traditionally made with crushed limestone, coloured chalk powder, rice powder and even flowers. As with many other things, they have evolved over time with everything from emboss, fusion, shadow, water, movable coloured glass and wood design patterns, etc making way for the use of creativity in crafting unique designs and Rangoli styles.

Here are few traditional and trendy Rangoli patterns you can use this year to beautifully adorn your doorstep for Goddess Lakshmi’s welcome.

Traditional Sanskar Bharti Rangoli. You can create huge designs in no time and use endless colour combinations.




Flower Rangoli designs require patience but look absolutely gorgeous.


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Beautiful glass and wood Rangolis are available in the market. Simply arrange them at your doorstep and you are done!



Fusion Rangolis can be created by adding these patterns to traditional Rangoli designs.


Make the floor your canvas and create whatever you like. Sky is the limit!


If you are pressed for time or don’t want to experiment much, there are simple designs you can try.


Bring out those big old copper utensils from the basement or get new decorative ones and use them for this flower Rangoli. Best part, you can use it indoors too.


I’m now directing the train to the next stop, Dipika! Dipika Singh is an MBA by profession with a wide span of corporate experience from Hospitality to Banking. Her passion to write and express kick-started ‘Gleefulblogger’ in early 2017 which represents different emotions and facets of today’s woman.

I am onboard on #PhatakaBlogtrain in association with Moshank ReliaBouteilles Up & Satthwa.


55 Fiction ~ Terminal #writebravely


He was amazed at the clarity of his thoughts while staring into the face of death.

He had erred, first in forming relationships and second, in maintaining them.

Did he deserve lying on his deathbed with no one by his side, then? He hoped not.

Holding the pen, he opined, “I must seek their forgiveness.”

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Prompt: Terminal