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Theme Reveal 2019 #AtoZChallenge

I have been staying away from my blog for quite some time and it has been months since I have come back to it. A lot has happened in between and both my life and my blog seems to have updated themselves (quite literally).

What brings me back is my love for writing and the flow of thoughts which I have been trying to keep inside me but it only found its way out of my heart again and chose its own course through writing. With Blogchatter AtoZChallenge, I am trying to be more regular on my blog.

I am always curious about relationships. I find them very complex and mysterious. We form them through our heart but they need a lot of sweat, blood and brains to make them successful and work for a long run.

This year with the Blogchatter AtoZChallenge, I am going to write stories based on emotions and relationships which is going to be the theme of my writings for this month.

The theme for the AtoZChallenge this year is going to be – the complexities of emotions and relationships .

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This April, get ready to read stories love, joys, laughter, tears and all the emotions that make or break the relationships.

Stay tuned!

Blogs, Flash Fiction, Life style, Stories

Crime or No Crime #FridayFictioneer

Jatin Marwah, the young owner of Residency Hotel, was found dead in his office, leaving behind his entire fortune for Shimona, his charming wife. Cardiac arrest, that’s what the doctors declared. He was known to be an alcoholic.

Standing beside the round table and looking at the array of towering glasses and the tea cups in the hotel lobby, Shimona looked captivating in her white embroidered Kurta salwar. There was a faint bewitching smile on her pink lips, “When marital rape and adultery are not crimes, then choosing a path of freedom isn’t too,” she said to herself.

Linking up the story with Rochelle Wisoff as part of  #FridayFictioneer.

Flash Fiction, Life style, parenting, Stories, Uncategorized

Painting the Canvas of Life

Her canvas had lost its colours after the death of her mother due to cancer.
He was a wanderer, a nature photographer.
The love for colours brought the two closer.
He had lost his love due to cancer too.
“Losing love in life doesn’t mean losing hope too,” he said. Taking out a ring from his pocket and sliding it in her hand, he said, “I want you to fill colours in my life.”
“Me too,” she said.
Together they coloured not only their lives but also the life of his girlfriend’s autistic child whom they adopted with all the love and care, and called her Neelima, after her mother. 

Blogs, Flash Fiction, Life style, Stories

She loved those Slippers until… #FFfAW


If there was one thing Latika was obsessed with was her slippers. She had innumerable pairs of slippers still she could never resist herself from buying more. She was getting married to Saarthak and was planning an entirely new collection of them for her trousseau.
“Don’t you think 15 pairs are a bit too much?” her mother questioned.
“Mom, I can’t go on repeating the same for every party,” was her answer.
A month later, she came back to her mom. Her face full of bruises, her eyes swollen and blue. There were red marks of slippers on all over her body.
She cried in her mother’s arms, “You were right mom. I shouldn’t have bought them!”

Linking up this post with Flash Fiction For Aspiring Writers  #FFfAW

This week’s photo prompt is provided by Michelle DeAngelis. Thank you Michelle!

Blogs, Life style, Stories

The Ballerina

She was born to dance. She was learning ballet since she was 5. Her dream was going to be true. She will be performing at the biggest dance competition. 
“Sam,” she called her boyfriend to break the news. She told him about it, excitement clearly showed in her voice. 
They fixed up a date to celebrate.
He brought her chocolates and strawberries. 
He kissed her and dropped her outside her house.
In a flash of a second, she was flying and thrown yards away. 
“Your feet shall not dance on anyone else’s tunes.” He grinned evilly.