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During the launch of the book Blogchatter Book of Food, as an author, the first question I was asked by Ritcha was, "Where did this idea come from?" and she was talking about my story, " Four Weeks and Some Street Food". My reply was " All the places mentioned have been experienced by me." And that was so true. The four eateries that were part of my story were very much real, and I often visited them with friends and family.  So, last summer, after I received the much-awaited email from the Blogchatter editorial team about my story being selected for the Anthology, I thought of paying homage to those eateries by deciding to take my daughter to those places and try out the exact foods that I had spoken about.  My 10-year-old, whose love for food revolves around whenever she goes out with me, while she has at-home hunger pangs that strictly depend upon the menu of the day. Food of her choice (read: noodles, pasta, sandwiches, spicy chicken curry with poori) ...

She joyfully jumped forward, relishing the cool breeze that brushed against her face. This side of the woods always had a pleasant and calming atmosphere. Although she wished her friends could be with her, it was still early in the morning, and most of them were likely still asleep. With excitement, she headed toward the banyan trees, where she loved to swing from the aerial roots—such a fun activity!   As she navigated between the trees, she suddenly heard a peculiar sound nearby. What could it be? Her mother had advised her not to venture too far into the woods, particularly past the end of the lake. Yet, here she was, once again exploring beyond the boundaries she’d been given. Perhaps she would stumble upon a wonderland, much like Alice! Bringing her focus back to the present, she scanned her surroundings and was surprised to see a monkey observing her from the aerial roots of another tree in the distance. A wave of concern washed over her—what if it got angry and bit her? ...

You in My Pain I looked at you with swollen eyes, Trying to reason my feelings. When you cut all old ties, And any sort of dealings. Standing there, with bloated pride, All the spotlight, on your side. Leaving me here lonely and broken, With memories of your love as a token. Then the nights of cry and darkness Can they ever reach you through your fortress? Once, you gave me reason to live, Now you are my reason to grieve. This loneliness, pity and isolation, Is it your love's consolation? Or is it something forbidden? And maybe I was the one you got off, ridden. You in My Happiness Here you are, there again, With a smile, I had never forgotten. Standing like a king before me, This was supposed to happen; it's destiny. Happy feelings have started to bloom, Freeing me from moments of gloom. Relieving all pains from within, I have taken an oath to begin. Today I have realized, finally, You were not the one who left me lonely. You were not the reason for my pain, It was just the da...

Today, let me travel back to those wonderful days of simplicity, laughter, cracking jokes, and opening up our souls to our loved ones. Yes, let's travel back in time to the 90s.  My 90s remind me of my school days, sharing tiffin, fighting over who was the best Khan, laughing over our moms' reaction to low grades, and, of course, exchanging cassettes.  From Hindi film songs like "Sajan", "Jo Jeeta Woh Sikandar", and "Baazigar"  to Pop Bands like Boyzone and Backstreet Boys. Now, who remembers Backstreet Boys here? I do, and I do remember how crazy a few of us friends were for the band! I still recall their foot-tapping numbers like "Everybody" and "Tell Me Why". Every time a friend spoke about breaking up with her boyfriend, back then, I played " Quit Playing Games with My Heart" at the back of my mind. Ah! It was her heart I meant, not mine. My score was zero in that department. At the most, I could lend my shoulder o...

                              The Invisible Thread Invisible thread of a shared dream, Neither too tiny nor flows like a stream. Yet gracefully marking its presence, With creativity and resonance. Moments of hope, beauty, grief entangle- In times we cried, in times we giggled. Can we let those dreams flourish? Can we live them and later cherish? Can we bond with each other? And never let those hopes perish? Come, let's make it happen. Creativity, bursting around united, Never to be broken This poem was selected as one of the winning submissions in Unicorn Magazine's Poetry Challenge in October Thoughts Unwritten Thoughts Unwritten Thoughts unwritten, Lie submerged in my heart. While the heart wants to say out loud The mind leashes to turn those curt. Can the heart revolt to release the stream? Will it ever occur or remain hidden as a dream? The rigid mind, the tamer: why not loosen your hold? Let the heart speak ...

I had to do this; I was almost called to do it. By whom? By None, by my current movie mood. And that says just one name, James McAvoy.  Isn't he ageing like a fine old wine? I find him extremely suave and stylish with his Scottish accent and deep voice. His performances in every film I have watched have been incredible. So let's discuss him today, but how? I would pick up the Top 5 Movies of his that are on my Watchlist, and that I had not watched. This would not include the Marvel ones with him as Professor X. Neither have I watched those, nor do I have any plans to do so in the near future (as of now). I would also pick a few of his Stylish appearances that can melt hearts. So, let's begin? 5 Movies of James McAvoy on My Watchlist 1. Bollywood Queen: This 2002 Indo-British movie is a modern-day adaptation of Romeo and Juliet. This is one of McAvoy's earlier films, in which he plays Jay, a country lad who comes to London to join his brother and gets into a romance by c...