Mummyji dusted away the cupboard stretching her right hand to the top and making a semi-circular sweep across and bending down to reach the bottom panel resembling a yoga posture while nonchalantly jabbering away, “Arrey, kya hua? Why are you…
It was not usual to get a mail from HR on a happy, long weekend. Everyone knows how HR guys have the maximum fun in office. They go on off-sites and have team building dinners at the drop of a…
It was this super-hyped long weekend but for Tanvi it was another boring long-stay with mummyji at home faking to enjoy reading or pretending to be working on her laptop hiding behind the half-closed door of her tiny room. For…
After a lot of contemplation on how to approach this challenge put forward by Indiblogger in the form of IndiMarathon – a blogging marathon, I finally decided to take the plunge and create an impact. Knowing fully well that I…
I don’t know what hunger means. I stay hungry only if I am forced to fast owing to religious responsibilities or I consciously stay hungry in the futile attempt to lose weight, lovingly known as dieting. Yes, I admit, I…
Quikr and Blogadda gave me this opportunity to help children dream by giving book sin their hands. Here is an account of the journey I undertook to make a seemingly impossible task possible and to spread smiles. There is no…
This is a real letter written by an Army cadet to his parents. This letter gives a glimpse of a cadet’s life and how from a lazy, mamma’s boy these young boys transform into disciplined officers. No melodrama, no exaggeration.…
Chapter 30 – The Final Chapter Read the previous chapter by Parul here “In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learned about life: it goes on.” ― Robert Frost Life goes on, come what may! Shekhar “I’m…
Relatives are so kind these days. Of course, they have to be kind. It is 2013 and they are so called ‘educated’, ‘modern’ people. They give you ONE full year to enjoy before they start pestering you with the most…
Chapter- 17 Click to read chapter 16 by Bhakti here It has been more than 5 hours and Aryan was still sitting on his big, black revolving chair, taking deep puffs of cigar, occasionally rubbing his forehead and reading…