Sunday, 20 August 2017

A CONFESSION

The sun is shining brightly, and I have to squint my eyes to see my path ahead. There is no sign on the road that there was a heavy rain yesterday night.
I walk merrily into the shop. It is a bookshop as you can see very clearly. I work here, and welcome to my workplace.

I am 14 years old. When I first wanted a job to support my family’s meagre income, I roamed about the streets. I actually didn’t intend to join here, but fate had me do it. Everyday I come early, clean the floors, dust the books, and wait for customers to come.
You are the first customer today.

I am actually surprised at how people flock to the bookstores always. Don’t they have jobs to do? Mouths to feed? I am not jealous. Just saying!
Don’t say this to the person sitting over there. He owns this shop. He is very old, and after his retirement, just to while away his time, he has opened this shop. But, it came as a blessing to me, right? I earn what I can, and I am not suffering much as a worker here. I must be happy. But, I am not.

(Why?)

I am here at the bookshop from the time sun shines the best to when it diminishes in the west. I am always surrounded by books.
And, I love books.

( Who doesn't?)

I love how they smell, and how they feel. When there is no customer around, I lazily walk around the shelves, looking at the covers, and looking at the words in it.
I am saying looking at the words, because I cannot read them.

 This is an English bookstore, and I know nothing. Now, I must request you not to say about this to the owner there. He thinks I can read and write English. But, I certainly can't. He might not keep me in this bookshop if he knew. I can search for some other job, but I don't want to leave here. I like to dream about some day in future; some day that I could read them all. May be.

Actually, the only hindrance that I have in not knowing the language is when some customers come and ask me about a book. I usually don’t disturb the customers by asking them what they want. Most of them usually enjoy their shopping when left alone among the aisles of books. They select their own, read a few lines, smile, grunt and make their decision. If I am going to stand and watch them over like a hawk, they usually don’t like that.

Oh! One moment.I have to see what the customer in the blue shirt wants.

(I start to wander around the shelves. They do have a good collection. The customer in the blue shirt seems to want something)

(After a good 15 minutes)

I told you. I hate customers like these. He wanted a particular edition of a book. It really made me afraid. In panic I didn’t know what to do. Then he took his mobile and showed me a picture. Then I knew. You see I am always roaming among them, and I can find them by just seeing them once. He called it some ‘Agaathaa’. What is it? Do you know?

( Agatha Christie? The mystery/detective story writer?)

Oh! A mystery writer? Fantastic stories? You must have read them, right?

I really love mysteries. But what better mystery than a life? 
I used to pester my grandma to tell stories always. She used to tell a lot. Even now I would love to hear new stories. Those stories teach you a lot than many classes at school. But, once you grow up you have to read your own stories, right. I hope I can do that one day. Hopefully!

(and he gives me a laugh)

Also, if I am unable to sleep, I weave my own stories in my mind. I don’t tell them to anyone. Just for me. If I can do something and by some miracle, if I get to read all these books, that day I will be happy. I want to do something. But, I don’t know how I can.
Do you want to hear my stories?

(I would like to read them)

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Wednesday, 26 April 2017

Forever and Ever

You can never have what you want,
Life gives you one disappointment.
It crunches your soul,
And buries you alive.

You take years to recover,
And you come out, seeking sunshine.
The lightened path will glisten,
And welcome you with open arms.

Only to push you to a new path,
And you tread it with little confidence,
Only to fall even harder.

This time fall will hurt,
And hurt, and hurt.
Nothing to treat and nothing to beat it.

It will hurt you,
Until your soul bleeds,
And numbs you.

All day long, it makes you weep,
At night, it doesn't let you sleep.

You live with it,
Carrying forward.
And time will tell you,
One valuable lesson.

This is not the last.
And also, it will not last,
Forever.

But, time will not tell you,
One more thing,
The scar left behind,
Will not heal,
Forever.

Friday, 21 April 2017

She

She was standing near the window, clutching the window. She gripped it hard. The pressure brought pain to her palms. She clutched it even harder.
The room was silent except for the faint sound of the fan, which was synchronizing itself with the silence of the room.
The window was a gate to a different world. But, she wasn't interested in that. She wasn't even in the current world because she was somewhere else.
Her life was going on, but she didn't know where. She felt tough to continue on a journey where you could not see the destination. Ofcourse, one can always enjoy the travel. But, where was she going?

When will be my good time?
I wait for it each day, every hour,
Passing every second with tears.

But, with each new day,
My tears become more and more,
And yesterday becomes a good day
When compared to today.

So, can i travel back?

The questions kept on coming.
And the only person who could answer her was not willing to answer. Not even to acknowledge her fears. It was stupid and unreasonable. But, her feelings remained unsettled.

She ate and slept with a bit of disappointment in what she was doing. Next day didn't bring a miracle nor the distant future promised hope.
Life was going on.

Life goes on and on,
With you standing aside,
Or when you are drowning in sorrow,
When you fly away in joy,
It goes on and on!

It never stops for anyone,
And it never comes back.
Once gone is gone forever.
Waiting for it to change its course,
Wait and wait,
Until one day,
When you will realize that,
It is you have to change,
And only you!

But she saw life as a moving thing that is always going before her. She was trying to catch it. But, it won't stop. She wanted to follow it. But, she doesn't where it was going. She can leave it and follow a different way. But, no, she wanted to go along with it.

This play goes on and on!
So, Life goes on and on.. with unending possibilities and never ending disappointments.
And the only person responsible was her. No change to that.

Pages of Life

The pages went on and on,
The story began from nowhere,
Her eyes were staring at the words,
The continuous string of emotions,
Love, resentment, anger and hunger,
All strolled on the words.

She was staring at it,
The blank pages looked back at her,
In it was her story.
Her story weaved into a mysterious plot,
So mysterious that it exhausting.

Mind and heart played the protagonists,
Forming a triangle of love,
With her life.

Why can't life be simple?
Than being a cramping pain!
Insecurities bubbling with emotions,
Dramas played every now and then.
We look at many outbursts,
And then there is the antagonist!

Clothed from head to toe in black,
Face covered with an even darker mask.
Eyes with a glint of the darkest sea.
Staying silent and suddenly,
Paying along with the other three.
"Why don't you show your face?" She asked.
"Life doesn't happen your way darling!"
The epitome of darkness said,
With a voice so chilling and,
At the same time exotic!

She tried going after the darkness,
To unveil the stranger.
The mask was removed.
And she looked at the stranger,
No longer a stranger.
"You?"

The familiar face vanished.
And there stood another person.
Stranger than the strangest.
And the darkness was too much,
That she was enveloped in it!

She ran away from it,
Searching for the light!
Towards a distant haziness,
Leaving behind her heart and mind,
Alone.

Tuesday, 3 January 2017

A Way Back Into Love by Veronica Thatcher - Cover Reveal


~ Cover Reveal ~
A Way Back Into Love by Veronica Thatcher
5th January, 2017



About the Book:

Nothing is perfect. Life is messy. Relationships are complex. Outcomes, uncertain. People, irrational. But love… Well, that makes complicates everything complicated. When you are caught in a tangled web of secrets, lies, and complex affairs, someone is bound to get burned.
Emily Stevens is a spunky, spirited college girl whose life is turned upside-down when she realizes she's in love with her best friend of fifteen years, Derek Thorpe. As Emily prepares to confess her feelings to Derek, something happens one night which changes her life forever. Five years later, Emily finds herself in Boston, alone and heartbroken. Will she ever be able to forget the past? And what will she find when she returns home... to the man she left behind?




About the Author:
Veronica Thatcher is an exciting new contemporary romance author. Ever since she was very young, she’s dreamed of becoming a doctor when she grew up. While still forging ahead with that, majoring in pre-med in college, she unwittingly stumbled upon a new dream—becoming a published author. Some may call her an introvert or a wallflower, but she has always found she could express herself better in written, rather than spoken, words. However, never in her wildest dreams had she envisioned she would pursue writing as a prospective career, not just a hobby. Her love for writing goes hand-in-hand with her love for a good romance novel—whether it be a feel-good, sweet romance or a dark, suspenseful one. When she’s not studying, reading, or writing, she is usually found blasting her favourite songs, sometimes singing and dancing along to them.  She dabbles in a number of activities, including painting, karate, singing and dancing. She is a huge chocoholic – probably the biggest – and she is an ice-cream junkie too. She considers herself technologically handicapped forever and has no shame in admitting that. She also deems chocolates her boyfriend, Patrick Dempsey the love of her life, and Friends her life!
Her first book, A Way Back Into Love, is slated for release in February 2017, and she hopes readers will enjoy it as much as she enjoyed writing it. You can reach Veronica through Facebook, Twitter, Goodreads, Wattpad and Gmail.

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Friday, 30 December 2016

Book Review - Shadows of the Northlands by Vishwesh Desai

The Shadows of the Northlands

From the back cover:
This is the Empire.
The greatest nation in the known world.
And is at war

When the crown prince hears about cities and villages attacked and razed to the ground, the land blackened and left infertile, the already shackled military commands the maverick bounty-hunter Merin and the slick courtier mage Rikkard to find the root of the destruction.
However, as they tackle this mystery, they discover an ancient hatred spanning centuries, with a dark secret linked to Merin and the painful past behind the satirizing cavalier. A swashbuckling tale of suspenseful fantasy and horrifying mystery that is loaded with humour, Shadows of the Northlands will leave you riveted from cover to cover.

Book Details:
Title: Shadows of the Northlands
Author: Vishwesh Desai
Publisher: Estrade Publishers
Pages: 476+
Cost: 300 INR

My Review:
From the blurb, one can get to know the genre of the book. Yes. Fantasy!
It always helps to read a fantasy and disappear from the real world for a while. This hyped me up, and I sat down to read this nearly 500 pages book.
The first few pages are dedicated to the introduction. You are slowly taken into their world. But, in the first few pages, what made me a little less enthusiastic in the journey was the 'words'.
Yes! Words! I know that if I am supposed to read a book, I must be well versed. I thought so.
But, those few pages made me look up to the dictionary for few words for which I was not able to decipher the meaning, which made me even more curious. With such trips to the online and offline dictionaries, I ended up learning about the Kingdom better.
After that, it didn't give me such a rough path. Why has the author oozed all his vocabulary in the first few pages? It was impressive. But, yet demanding. Also, it could only be me, for the distance between literature and my brain is becoming wider and wider by the year.
The book also has plenty of pages to cover. But, it didn't feel like a mammoth task. Once I got into the story, I was hooked.
The characters took charge from there, and I was into the story, until the end. Whether it was their journey or their conversations, it was well written.
But, the shock was waiting for me at the end. As a rule, I do not Google about the book or the author until I have completely read the book.
And as it was, I read the Foreword at the last. I was really awestruck reading it. I will leave it as a suspense for you all. But, it was worth it.

Monday, 19 December 2016

Book Review - Colorful Notions - The Roadtrippers 1.0 by Mohit Goyal

Colorful Notions - The Roadtrippers 1.0 by Mohit Goyal
- a review

It is a dream among friends. A dream that almost remains unconquered for most of the friend groups out there.
And that dream would be a roadtrip. Mostly to Goa. But, some have a knack of planning to the unventured.
So, this book was started with many expectations and let us see how it was.

Most of us would have planned a trip, when lying on our beds on a lazy Saturday evening, with no idea about our future or the next exam. In other words, plans would have been listed and those never make to the execution part in college life. But, for the protagonists of this story, Ab, Sasha and Unnati, it was not just a dream.
The novel starts with Ab trying to convince Sasha's parents about the trip. After getting their approval and a lot of expert tips from Sasha's uncle, they are half ready for the trip. The next hurdle before they start is a nod of approval from Unnati's family.
Having gathered all, Ab is left feeling that he is taking care of almost everything in the trip. Sasha is happy that he get to be with his girlfriend, Unnati for the trip.
They have planned to cover the north to the south, the east to the west of India. Whether it was a success or something not to be repeated, they were yet to find. And, the reader will find it soon enough.

Coming to the narrative in the book, it was a breeze. A gentle breeze to be more profound. Also, if the book is going to be a part of your trip, even more wonderful it would be.
Next to the plot of the story.
With Ab, Sasha and Unnati, we get a feeling that we are with them. But, if you are expecting more like a travelogue, it might not suffice. It holds more of their trip, along with their inner turmoil and their insecurities. If they are going to be together for the whole trip, they must deal with each other's habits, which might be annoying to the other.
They share a great deal of unexpected surprises which are pleasant, and some disasters which they didn't even expect to occur because of some silly pranks.
And they also face the brunt of their not so careful planning. The silliness of having planned to drive for long hours together make them delay their plans.
The story takes us to all the known directions. Sasha, being a foodie, makes sure that they stop at all the famous eateries and taste the flavour of the soil they have stepped into. From eating Idlis to Kebabs and Biriyani, they do everything.
As their trip goes up and down, they too face their inner demons and angels. And they fight to set them right in their right places. And with more and more hardships and challenges, they continue towards their goal, which is ticking of all the places in their list, and taking a numbered selfie at all places.
Overall, it was an easy to read and also equally enjoyable one. It is more about the traveling than the actual places they visit. If a few more pages had been allotted to all the beautiful places they have taken their car to, it would have been even more beautiful, for me .

Overall rating: 8/10

Sunday, 11 December 2016

Now and Forever by Simi.K.Rao - Book Spotlight


About the Book:


Can Shaan and Ruhi face their biggest fears and unite together?

Shaan and Ruhi Ahuja, very much in love Indian newlyweds, discover each other in Simi K. Rao’s Now and Forever—the sassy and sexy sequel to Inconvenient Relations. After getting the scare of their lives while traveling in the Grand Canyon, Shaan and Ruhi go back home to one dilemma after another. Shaan’s job is in jeopardy, and one of Ruhi’s closest friends, Sunshine, needs her. How will Shaan and Ruhi handle life’s hurdles, while still trying to get to know each other as husband and wife? Will they be able to forsake all others and consolidate their relationship?




Book Links:
Goodreads * Amazon


Trivia, Random Facts


Who says science and art cannot coexist. They can and Simi K Rao is a living example. She is a practicing physician who is also an author. Writing fiction fulfills her creative urge while her profession keep the home fires burning. She has managed to pen four books so far-- Inconvenient Relations, The Accidental Wife, Milan (A Wedding Story) and her latest Now and Forever- the sequel to Inconvenient Relations. Except Milan all are works of contemporary romance written from the Indian American perspective. In the future, she hopes to take on more challenging projects. She lives in Denver, USA with her family.


Random facts about Simi in her own words


  1. I have a dual personality. I exist in two worlds at the same time. It can get quite confusing.
  2. Writing is a stress buster for me. I write for myself rather than anyone else.
  3. My heroines can be pig headed, rash and violent. I think they learn their traits from me.
  4. My stories are occasionally clich├ęd just like life is sometimes- banal and boring.
  5. My books are not just for women. Men should read them too. They can get a few pointers on what women want.
  6. I believe cuss words are a means of expression. Used appropriately they can be very effective.
  7. I also believe that at any time there are two conversations going on. The nonverbal one happens to be more interesting.
  8. I credit my Dad for my fondness of the written word. By giving me books instead of toys he gave me the best gift ever.
  9. Writing helps me stay lucid while reading blurs my cynicism---two traits vital for day to day life.
  10. Be warned; I’m one of the least interesting people you’ve met. So move on and forget about me. Just read my books. 

About the Author:

Simi K. Rao was born and grew up in India before relocating to the U.S., where she has lived for several years. The inspiration for her books, and other projects, comes from her own experience with cross-cultural traditions, lifestyles and familial relationships, as well as stories and anecdotes collected from friends, family and acquaintances.
Rao enjoys exploring the dynamics of contemporary American culture blended with Indian customs and heritage to reflect the challenges and opportunities many Indian-American women face in real life.
Much of Rao's down time is devoted to creative pursuits, including writing fiction, poetry and photography. She is an avid traveler and has visited many locations around the world.
A practicing physician, Rao lives in the United States with her family.


Contact the Author:
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Other Books in the Series:
Shaan Ahuja found himself bowing to tradition and agreeing to an arranged marriage to the beautiful Ruhi Sharma. He went through the motions but had no intention of carrying through on his vows. His last foray into matters of the heart with an American girl had left him scarred and unwilling to try again. Thoroughly disillusioned and disgruntled he wasted no time in making his intentions clear to Ruhi on their wedding night. But, he was completely unprepared for what his new wife had in mind.

This multi-cultural contemporary romance story of an arranged marriage is a beautiful blending of showing the Indian and American cultures. Readers will learn more about the Indian heritage and the romance that happens behind closed doors in an Indian relationship in Simi K. Rao's Inconvenient Relations. This coming of age story about true love explores multi-cultural issues.



Giveaway:
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2) A kindle copy each of Inconvenient relations and Now and Forever. 

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Tuesday, 29 November 2016

The Great, The Wise and The Witty

The place was pitch dark.

A tiny creature was walking with a speed inappropriate for its height.

The creature looked like a human baby, dressed in floating white robes. It went up a stairs and walked into a hall where another white robe could be seen illuminated, and this creature continued its speedy pace, and reached the other.

"Oh The Great Soul! I have the list of souls that are to depart from here today. If you could check it, and sign it, I will send copies to all the houses here, and we can send them before we finish our work for today. It is already nearing our lunch. Only if I had received it earlier, we could have...."

The Great Soul looked at the creature that had walked through.

"Dear Wise Soul, I understand your urgency. But, you need not panic. I will personally see that all the souls departing will be sent off without any glitches. I hope you have reprimanded 'The Witty Soul' for not taking care of its duties properly last week.Take care of it, Wise"

"Yes, Great Soul!"
                                                                         ..............


Not so far from there, Witty Soul was trying to win over its own wit.

The Wise Soul looked at it with a stern look in its face.

"Witty! Is everything ready? I want everything to be perfect! If I see you haven't done it properly this time Witty, you will be up on the list of souls leaving here for earth. Do you understand?"

The sound of earth, and the many lives it had lived there  made the Witty Soul say, "Yes Wise Soul. Perfect!"

"I hope so", replied the Wise soul.
                                                                         ...............


It was sitting in a quiet corner of a room. It was Soul 13. All of the souls had a name there, and it was Soul 13.

Soul 13 knew that it was the day when it had to leave. 

It knew that very well.

A strange sound started emitting from its wristband. Many others were looking at their wristbands too.
The souls had been selected.
                                                                          ...............


Soul 13 had been there for an year now. And now it was time to leave from there.
All the souls who had gathered there at the departure place were looking excited. It was the only one looking so anxious at the board above.

It was just 5 minutes more. They will soon know where they are going to go. But it was obvious.

Today was Wednesday.

So, it meant Earth. 
That wretched place again.

But what worried Soul 13 more was which 'species' it was going to be.

It needn't worry anymore for the board had displayed the species name for today.

In that dark room, the board was crystalline white and the letters 'HUMANS'  were showing in it.

Soul 13 didn't want to be a human.

                                                                   --------------------


Soul 13 was looking around for escape, when the huge doors opened and gave way for The Wise Soul and The Witty Soul.

The Wise Soul stood before them, and said, "Gather around Souls! Come closer!"
The Souls all hurried to the front with their tiny foot steps.

All had uniform purple robes and their wristbands were emitting a white glow.

Soul 13 lurked behind, and looked at its wristband with contempt.

The Wise Soul had started speaking.
And at the end of its speech, It made them stand in a line.

The Wise soul then sat on an elevated podium which was as dark as the room. From there, it would send them one by one to earth.

The Witty Soul spoke with each of the soul, and sent each of the soul one by one to the Wise Soul.
The first soul, Soul 81 went forward. It stood before The Wise Soul. Soon, Soul 81 was just a small light. It then vanished.

Soul 81 had left for earth, as a Human.

On the board above, they could see where and how it had been born. It also showed when Soul 81 will return. It was after 34 years. Soul 81 was a human female.

The next after that was a Human Female too. And the board showed its life time on earth as 89 years.
The board showed every details of the soul that has departed to earth. The remaining souls can see all the information, but that particular soul cannot see it.

Irony exists everywhere.

                                                       -----------------------

Soul 13 was standing as the last soul in the line. And soon it was just one soul before it.
And then it was Soul 13's turn.

It went forward and stood before The Witty Soul.

"I don't want to go to earth!" Soul 13 blurted out.

Witty looked at Soul 13 with a masked like face. It neither showed anger nor empathy.
"Why?" asked Witty.

Soul 13 looked at Witty and Wise, and said, "Because I hate that!."
Witty started laughing, and Wise joined them.

"C'mon Witty!" Wise stopped him.

Wise asked, "But why Soul 13?"

Soul 13 took a second before answering. 

"I was a Human last time too. I had a very bad experience. I don't want to go through all those again"

Wise looked at Soul 13 in disbelief and said, "But you are not supposed to remember your past! Witty must have erased all your memories by now. Witty! What is this?"

"It must have been a technical fault, Wise. Don't be rude." Witty remarked with a not so regretful face.
 
Witty then looked at Soul 13.

"Yes. You were a Human last time too. But that doesn't mean you can't be a Human again."

"No. I don't want to. It is a pitiful life being a Human."

Witty said, "I know Soul 13. Trust me. I know. I was a Human too. Many times. But you have to go now. The Great Soul will curse you if you do not leave soon"

Soul 13 looked pleadingly at Witty.

                                                      ------------------

Witty asked it, "Why?"

Soul 13 said, "I was a Human last time too"

"You have already said that!" Wise Soul was getting impatient now.

"I was a Human. I was a good child to the two souls who were my Human parents. I obeyed them. Did my duties well. I was a good human child."

Witty said, "So you want to be a bad child now? Then be one!"

Soul 13 said, "No. That is not it. I was a good one. I studied hard. I was the best at whatever I did. The best. I was like that because I worked hard. So hard and I was at the top. But, you three "The Souls " did not leave me like that. I was working hard, and suddenly I was not the best anymore. I was not even better. I lost everything. My pride chattered to pieces."

Wise and Witty kept looking at Soul 13, but said nothing.

Soul 13 continued.

"It took me an year to gather myself. I lost precious years. When i got back, everyone had gone past me. Do you both know how humiliating that was? Why did you do that? I was taunted after that. And nothing was the same after that. No matter what I did, I was not the best anymore. All because of no fault of mine. Why did I deserve that?"
Wise Soul started saying something, but Witty took over.

"Whatever you said was right Soul 13. You did suffer a lot. But what happened after that?"

Soul 13 said, "Life happened Witty Soul. I didn't get anything I desired. You three great Souls always gave me only difficulties forever. So, I don't want to go there again."

Witty looked at Soul 13 and said, "Why did you not fight against it Soul 13? Yes. We gave you a hard life. But you were supposed to fight it, and at the end we had a big reward for you! You lived your life based on one failure. You let a single fall decide all your choices. Mo wonder you lost your confidence after that! And through out your life you were running away from risks. But those risks had your rewards!"

"But I....."

"Yes. You must live for yourself Soul 13. We might give an other Soul something greater than you. But that doesn't mean you are inferior in any way. All of us are Souls. You must live your life for yourself, and not by comparing it with other Souls!"

"I guess so!"

"Yeah. You do Soul 13! The next time you come here, I will tell you about my Human lives. They were all chaos. I was a Dog once, and even then I lived with Humans only. I will tell it all one day. Now, you go for your life"

Soul 13 smiled at Witty.

"I am ready"

                                    ----------------------------


Soon it was standing before Wise Soul.

"And for a minor reward, I will let you see the details of your life in that board before you go." Witty said.

"No. I am fine. Everything will be fine"

Soon Soul 13 was a light and then gone.

The board showed the details of Soul 13, the last soul of the day.

The Wise came near Witty and said, "How can you lie so easily Witty? What if that soul had wanted to see the details? What would you have done then? Even we don't know where they will go until the board shows it. Even The Great Soul is none the wiser."

Witty smiled.

"Soul 13 wouldn't have asked The Wise. It was ready for its life."

The Wise gave a deep sigh.

"You are so uncontrollable Witty. You purposely failed to erase the memories of Soul 13 didn't you? I don't know why The Great Soul still has you employed. I just don't know! You deserve to be a Human again for your mischief!"

Witty put its arms over The Wise's shoulder and said, "Ah! Relax Wise! If I am going to be a Human again, I will go only with you. Remember our life as Human twins?"

"You are just so annoying Witty!"

Witty smiled, and together they went out from the room.

                                                  ---------------------------------

The Great Soul watching them from above smiled. "This is why you are needed Witty" It thought to itself.


Grumpy and grouchy!

I can never predict what will make my mood from "Oh! what a pleasant day!" to "Oh My God! Why is the world like this?"

I would really be happy if i could get a cue for the immediate change to happen. At least i would be ready with my chocolates and a novel when the second mood hits. But, no, that doesn't happen. After all, how can it happen? As much as i like to read magic realism, and believe in it, i know that it can not happen in real life.
Life happens!
Ah!

A pat in the shoulder for myself.

Ok. Feeling relaxed to continue now.
What was i saying?

Yeah. About the moods.

They are very pretty dangerous to deal. I will wake up as a 'great optimist' and slide my glasses up and look at the world, and smile. I really did that today.

But, at the end of day, i don't know who steals my bubbling optimism.
Someone must be doing it, for i find myself grouchy and grumpy now. And it is not even noon.

The sky doesn't look like a shade of November. It is full of memories from May. And i am just happy with it, because i am going up to hang the washed clothes.

Most of us might have a washing machine. It says it is fully automatic. But, you have to take the clothes out and hang them for their crime of not drying completely.
Why is it even called automatic anyway? Who names them like that?

A person thought that washing comprises only of washing? No!

Though not as labourious as the actual washing, i am offended bcoz they didn't think that hanging them, and folding them back into the wardrobe were not the process of it.

Ridiculous!

Who invented the washing machine? I must do something about it. May be later. (I am the reigning Queen of procrastination. May be someday i will lose the crown. May be tomorrow. May be later.)

With such audacious thoughts, i have done the remaining work of the automatic washing machine. Now they are all hanged.

Suffer for the crime done!

I return back, and since i have no other work assigned for me, i am going to relax myself.

Ah! Before that a cup of coffee.

The coffee decoction must be ready by now in the filter. Yes. The delicious black liquid. I pour them into a mug, add hot water, and a bit of sugar. It is ready!

Are you someone who drinks coffee with milk? Ignore the dirty look i gave you right now.
You really don't know what you are missing! You must try black coffee, trust me. Don't you think i am drinking black coffee just to keep my crown for procrastination. No. Don't. It is really delicious.

The beverage in its full glory!

That was refreshing! Nothing good to watch in TV. May be i should return to my books. They seem to be calling me for quite sometime now. Can't you wait a little longer? There is a pleasant day outside, and it is so beckoning.

Wait a second! Why does it suddenly seem beckoning?

The sky no longer looks like an imitation of May sky. Where is the Sun?

No Sun! This is not the correct time to play hide and seek with rainy clouds. You better come out and start shining like you usually do when i go out. Do it right now!

The smell of earth hits my nostrils, and i stand there looking out from the window. Little by little the drops of rain start falling down.

It is a pleasant day indeed.

I hurriedly push the buttons for the elevator. Someone must be busy shifting their house into it, because it was not moving. It is stuck at the 4th floor! Who lives there? I have no idea, abiding by the rules. May be i will come to know before i leave this city.

But, now Heaven has opened up.

I sprint up the stairs without waiting for the elevator to reach my floor.

I collect the clothes huffing and puffing.

And standing under a shade, i look up again. The city view was always special from that height.

The sun has come out. And suddenly remembering (barely) the science classes from school, i look in the opposite direction.

A rainbow.

It indeed is a pleasant day.