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August 22, 2016
Spotlight of DESTINY DECIDES by P.G. Van
DESTINY DECIDES… A tale of two hearts in search of true love
by
P.G. VAN
Blurb
Sameera lives a simple and fun life that she has structured with utmost care ensuring that she was focused on work and also keeps in touch with the classical dancer in her. Sameera has endured tough times in her life at a young age and wonders if she could ever hang on to anything
August 8, 2016
Bathroom Singer
"Mom!" he shouts from his bathroom.
She inquires with an anxious emphasis.
"No running water" he declares in an annoying tone.
She rushes to the water storage and opens its tap.
From a distance, she can hear the water spurt from the faucet. At first, the flow is irregular giving out a spate of explosions as if announcing its arrival, and after such repeated events, there was fury and
She inquires with an anxious emphasis.
"No running water" he declares in an annoying tone.
She rushes to the water storage and opens its tap.
From a distance, she can hear the water spurt from the faucet. At first, the flow is irregular giving out a spate of explosions as if announcing its arrival, and after such repeated events, there was fury and
August 7, 2016
Spotlight of MY LAST LOVE STORY BY FALGUNI KOTHARI
MY LAST LOVE STORY
BY
FALGUNI KOTHARI
BLURB
Perfect for fans of Jojo Moyes’s, Me Before You, My Last Love Story is a heartbreaking and poignant tale about the complexities of trauma and whether love can right a wrong.
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I, Simeen Desai, am tired of making lemonade with the lemons life has handed me.
Love is meant to heal wounds.
Love was meant to make my
BY
FALGUNI KOTHARI
BLURB
Perfect for fans of Jojo Moyes’s, Me Before You, My Last Love Story is a heartbreaking and poignant tale about the complexities of trauma and whether love can right a wrong.
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I, Simeen Desai, am tired of making lemonade with the lemons life has handed me.
Love is meant to heal wounds.
Love was meant to make my
August 6, 2016
Mirror Therapy
"Look what you did, again?" Patricia sobbed, "I have got sick and tired of you, now!"
She wiped her tears, "If I see you go after Jim again. I will punish you." with eyes wide and looking fixedly at her mirror image, she declared.
"I have got drained by him treating you like this. Where is your self-respect, your dignity?" she questioned while moving her forefinger briskly towards her
She wiped her tears, "If I see you go after Jim again. I will punish you." with eyes wide and looking fixedly at her mirror image, she declared.
"I have got drained by him treating you like this. Where is your self-respect, your dignity?" she questioned while moving her forefinger briskly towards her
August 5, 2016
Hello...Hello
"Your Nanaji has passed away" sobbed Mom over the phone while I heard it with a shock.
Wanted to speak but my mouth was dry, had to gulp many times until I could utter something.
"Mom!" I kept repeating, but she was sobbing so hard that she could hardly hear my echoed voice that was coming from thousand of miles.
Those days an overseas call would always comprise of high pitched tone, and
Wanted to speak but my mouth was dry, had to gulp many times until I could utter something.
"Mom!" I kept repeating, but she was sobbing so hard that she could hardly hear my echoed voice that was coming from thousand of miles.
Those days an overseas call would always comprise of high pitched tone, and
August 4, 2016
Namaste!
In our Hindu culture, when it comes to receiving blessings we believe that either folding your hands or touching the elder's feet imparts the necessary benediction for one's progress and welfare.
As a teen, I would always jeer at this tradition cause that was the age when raging hormones were being produced in plenty. It gave rise to my confidence thanks to the ego that lay beneath it.
As a teen, I would always jeer at this tradition cause that was the age when raging hormones were being produced in plenty. It gave rise to my confidence thanks to the ego that lay beneath it.
Expecting, Again?
"Why are you knitting, again, Sara?" John asked with curiosity in an intense expression as he unlocked the front door and entered after a long day at work.
"Shhh. Lower your voice John. The kids just went to sleep."
John paused.
Those tiny shoes made him nervous since just about eight months ago, kid number 3 had outworn them. His wife had this fondness to knit prior to each one's birth, and
"Shhh. Lower your voice John. The kids just went to sleep."
John paused.
Those tiny shoes made him nervous since just about eight months ago, kid number 3 had outworn them. His wife had this fondness to knit prior to each one's birth, and
August 3, 2016
Johnny and Mommy
Johnny, Johnny!Yes, Mommy
What are you doing?Nothing, Mommy
Telling lies?No, Mommy
Open your hand. Aha! caught you redhanded!
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I realize this post is very elementary, but Johnny refused to leave my mind when I read the prompt :)
Took me back to my kid's toddler days when I would sneak upon him, and catch him in the 'act'
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What are you doing?Nothing, Mommy
Telling lies?No, Mommy
Open your hand. Aha! caught you redhanded!
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I realize this post is very elementary, but Johnny refused to leave my mind when I read the prompt :)
Took me back to my kid's toddler days when I would sneak upon him, and catch him in the 'act'
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August 2, 2016
The Morning Newspaper
"Jeez! I can't find it again," yelled Mike as he was tossing the pillows, looking beneath the cushions and under the couch in desperation.
A silent Annie stood at a distance watching all the drama that would occur each morning.
Finally, she took it out from a drawer, and tip toed towards her agitated husband who went from furious to a frenzy.
"Why in the name of God do you secretly place the
A silent Annie stood at a distance watching all the drama that would occur each morning.
Finally, she took it out from a drawer, and tip toed towards her agitated husband who went from furious to a frenzy.
"Why in the name of God do you secretly place the
August 1, 2016
A Brutal World...
"Jessica don't grate your brain cells over it. What is done is done!" advised mom over the phone to her girl who had entered the corporate world after her graduation.
She was loving the freedom but would curb into her cell when a mistake would occur.
"Mom, he was so rude. I could not help it." she continued with a sob.
Mom could not disagree one bit thus defended her, "I can understand my
She was loving the freedom but would curb into her cell when a mistake would occur.
"Mom, he was so rude. I could not help it." she continued with a sob.
Mom could not disagree one bit thus defended her, "I can understand my
