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Book Suggestions, please!!

I don’t understand what happens, and how this happens, but as soon as the holiday season kicks in, I start losing myself to negativity and uncertainty. I start losing all the hope and faith inside of me, and give in to the terrible anxiety and fear. These times are really trying, and however much I try it is extremely difficult to come out of it easily.

As always my consolation comes from books, being the recluse that I am. But somehow, whatever I am getting hold of recently seems to be depressing, either there is someone who dies, or something that keeps the protagonist in constant misery, there is only pain and suffering in what I am reading too.

So, basically I need book suggestions that do not include any kind of heartache. Please, I am really clinging onto you guys now, I need to revive my faith and get back on the right track.

I want to start my new year with something that brings smile to my face, and not with something that leaves me dejected and wondering.

Anything, please…. (You must know I am desperate, if only to read something good.)



A Man With The Mask

Happy, ecstatic, joyous, exuberant, there is just no one word to define the feeling when someone special is going to take you out on a date.

And to make the occasion extra special I go to extreme terms and dress up just for him. With a little bit of lipstick, a red dress, and a pair of high heels I am ready right on time. Of course I’ll be ready on time, if I’d be preparing for hours. Restless, I check the windows for any sign of his car, the phone for any texts. And just a few minutes later a horn blows off, and I am pretty sure it’s him.

Hiding behind the curtains, I take a glimpse, confirming that it’s him. Then, composing myself I go to the door to welcome him. Out of habit, I look through the peep hole.

It is not him. There is no one.

The doorbell rings again, constantly.

It is definitely not him.

I look through it again. And I fall back a couple of steps, trying to hold onto something, to be stable. I have never seen such a creature in my life. There is a lean, bony man outside, looking right at me, right at that tiny hole, making his face larger. He is smiling at it, smiling cunningly. He has a dark complexion, with weird teeth, and ears too big for any human face. He is wearing a black mask. He is laughing; I can hear it through the sound proof door. And just when I gulp down the saliva from my mouth, he starts banging on the door, laughing, and screaming, ‘I am going to get you.”

I double lock the door, rush to the windows and lock them too. I run to my room, locking the balcony, bolting every possible door and window, increasing the claustrophobia within. The air grows thick; I am sweaty, unable to breathe, shivering with fear and rage. Doubt and apprehension fill my mind.

Where is he?

Who is this creature?

What is going on?

What am I supposed to do?

I rush to grab my phone, and somehow the battery is drained, wasn’t it charged about 80%, right before he was to come?

The landline is dead.

And then the power goes off.

The next thing I know is I am in my bed, hardly breathing, craving for some air, my mouth is dry, and the mascara from my eyes has spread beyond my pink cheeks. I lay quite, befriending silence, trying to listen to any sound.  I have one arm under the pillow, shivering, holding a small gun, when I hear footsteps.

It couldn’t be.

I locked everything.

The shadow neared.

And my terror augmented.

Any thought of the date, a someone special, was nowhere in my mind now.

And then that lean, dark and bony creature entered my room.

His laugh sent shivers down me, and all my mind could think of was “Why me?”

The mask was not my illusion; it was a confirmation, the only common link among all the recent rape cases in the town, of all the women who were raped and murdered. He was the same man, the man with the mask!

He was a serial killer.

In my house?

Our eyes met, and he bent to grab my legs.

I kicked and waved with all my might, tears stinging my eyes. I got up, grabbed the blanket and covered my body, and with the other hand, I held the gun, pointing right at him.

Only it was not a gun. Instead it was a bed side lamp.

Only, there was no serial killer in my room, there was no one.

Only, I had been dreaming, dreaming the plot of the book that I am currently reading.

All sweaty, and craving for some air, I put down the lamp silently, and yet hesitated to open the windows. My mouth went dry at the mere thought of the dream. Sure, it was just a dream but I had seen it too closely.

I gulped down a glass of water, splashing some onto my face and went back to bed not daring to go outside, not wanting to even take a peek outside, till the sun came up.


PS: Currently reading,  ‘A Thin Dark Line’ by Tami Hoag.

Diwali Preparation

As much as I love the festivities, I hate the preparations now, right after my hectic travelling and the burden of my work and studies. And yet, I could not have been avoiding it for long, so Diwali right around the corner, I had to get going with it latest by today. And the only part about the unwanted cleaning that I liked today was getting to go through my book collection and soft toys. As I do not have a proper place to keep my books, I have it stacked at my study table and every other place, but I love them all the same.

So here are some of my lovelies-








PS: I have always loved Noddy 😉


I only write when inspiration strikes. Fortunately, it strikes at nine o’ clock sharp every morning.

-William Faulkner

Hidden Inspiration

It was 3 am in the morning; my room was eerily silent, disturbing all my thoughts. Could silence do that? The only sound that pierced my ears was of the crickets hiding somewhere outside my balcony. I wonder why I even keep it open all the time. But that’s the habit I have grown accustomed to, I keep it open no matter what, even my parents are tired of that habit now.

So anyways, I was seated at my study, glaring deep into the bright light of my laptop screen, my fingers hovering above the keyboard, just hovering and not clicking. I had been doing it for a long time now, writing and erasing, writing and erasing, and I had been nowhere. The paper was due the next day, and yet I had nothing!

Creative writing, huh? Too easy? Now I know what’s easy and what’s not!

I stood, walking away, may be a walk could solve my problems? Who was I kidding? At 3, I would be scared even I type faster than usual; I would be scared even if my phone vibrated, let alone ring. I just stepped away from my table, and paced inside of my room, poking the pencil onto my head, as if it was a magic wand. I paced faster trying to exert myself.

Wait what? By walking? Of course not so I started doing stretches, jumping, lying down on the cool floor, anything, and anything that my crazy sleepless mind could set at work.

I stood up and refilled my cup of coffee, took a sip from the cup and rubbed my hand on my face. I even slapped myself the ‘wake up slap’. I mean common I had to do something.

I read a couple of articles on the internet then, I also googled things which were not required instantly, and which might be helpful, I read newspapers, believe me not just yesterdays’, the whole weeks. I went back to my novel diverting myself completely.

And yet, nothing!

And that’s’ when I realised that it was next day, it was already 6 and I might have missed today’s newspaper. I rushed outside, got the morning newspaper from outside and scanned it entirely in a hurry. And yet, nothing!

And then I kept flicking all the newspapers and articles in front of me. It was then that, an article entitled “Feminism bleeds blue” caught me and after reading it for three to four times I asked myself, why am I even reading it again and again?

I already knew what I had to write, and how and when? Then why was I wasting my time? I had none to spare.

What I wrote was not anything related to that particular article, really nothing about cricket, nothing about feminism, but something related to women. And as soon as I booted my computer again, opened the word file, words just came flowing by. And I was as stunned myself. Where were they hiding all night?

In no time I completed the paper and as soon as I hit send, I gathered that had my mind worked a little faster I wouldn’t have to be troubled the entire night. But no, it was waiting for some signal, I guess.

Know the blogger #3


  1. What amazing thing have you done that no one was around to see?

A dance performance  at a state level competition. No one cared to come watch that performance. Even my mother who used to watch all my performances, she did not come with me. I realised that day, that taking it up professionally was out of the question at my home.


  1. How different was your life 1 year ago?

I was in Mumbai. And I loved it there. A busy life, with so much work, that I hardly bothered to think much.


  1. What quirks do you have?

I don’t think I have any.


  1. What would you rate 10/10?



  1. What fad or trend do you think should come back?

Honesty, ever wonder if being honest was in trend?


  1. What is the most interesting piece of art you’ve seen?

A lot many actually at houstonphotojourney.com by Elizabeth and Max, but most favourite recently was “The Colourful Wave” by Carol Simon.


  1. What kind of art do you enjoy most?

I am sorry, I can’t be specific here. But may be abstract.


  1. What do you hope never changes?

I know I’d be wanting something that’s never going to happen, so why hope for something like that. Change is inevitable..


  1. What city would you most like to live in?



  1. What movie title best describes your life?



  1. Why did you decide to do the work you are doing now?

I just bumped into this work, had never even planned it.


  1. What’s the best way a person can spend their time?

Travelling and reading.


  1. If you suddenly became a master at woodworking, what would you make?

A tree house?


  1. Where is the most relaxing place you’ve ever been?

Lonavla. Just to think of sitting near waterfall, near the cool atmosphere, the green hills.. Oh I thought I was already there!


  1. What’s the luckiest thing that has ever happened to you?

It’s when my brother was born, that’s the only day that I can’t forget.


  1. Where would you rather be from?

I did not quite understand this question. Away from a place or where would I want to belong? Any which ways, I am happy where I am.


  1. What are some things you’ve had to unlearn?

I have had to unlearn the basic norms taught to a girl in India. You ought to do this, and not that, dress like this and not that, you can do this, and not that….

Okay, even my life hasn’t been totally perfect, and I am not saying that I haven’t made adjustments as a girl, but I am trying and will keep trying to alter it as far as I can. But I have changed myself and unlearnt the basics girly norms taught to me as I was growing up. And believe me you don’t know how big a task this is! You think you know, but you don’t.


  1. What do you look forward to in the next 6 months?

Going out somewhere, like some place that I haven’t been to.


  1. What website do you visit most often?

Shopping websites. I live in a very small place where I hardly get good stuff, so I rest on these websites for any kind of shopping.


  1. What one thing do you really want but can’t afford?

A luxurious home. (You know the description:-p)


  1. Where do you usually go when you have free time?

A café, I carry a book, order a cup of coffee and just get lost in the fictional world. (Until of course someone bumps into me, which is really very often considering my city to be so small.)


  1. Where would you spend all your time if you could?

Any hill station or somewhere near the ocean. I guess you get the picture.


  1. What’s special about the place you grew up?

It has the amount of greenery you’d never have seen at a particular place. There is not a single road here which is not surrounded by trees. I can bet on that.


  1. What age do you want to live to?

I’d like my life to be short. My grandma is alive at 90+ and she is in so much pain, I’d definitely want to avoid anything near to that.


  1. What are you most likely to become famous for?

I don’t want to be famous, I’d just be happy if people would say that I did something with my life.


  1. What are you absolutely determined to do?

To change at least one person’s belief and their way of looking down on women. Even if I succeed in changing one conservative person’s mind towards women, I’d think I at least did something, even that little change will make me happy. Even if only one woman can be helped by such change, I’d be happy.


  1. What is the most impressive thing you know how to do?

Okay, so by now I think I am just praising myself here.

People have often said that when I dance I can play with my facial expressions, I can dance with my face, with my eyes, that’s what people say, and that I guess if it’s true then is the most impressive thing about me.


  1. What do you wish you knew more about?

About the mysteries involved in the past, there ought to be a lot more than we know.


  1. What question would you most like to know the answer to?

What is my future like?


  1. What question can you ask to find out the most about a person?

If I knew the answer to this, I am pretty sure I’d be a better judge of people.

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