World of Words.

Image source-  Favim. From my first cry to my first word, from my first step to my first fall, from those dirty diaper changes to choosing my regular dresses; you’ve done them all. Remember how I always used to hide behind dad when you scolded me and tell all those secrets to granny which I was warned not to tell and then laugh like a new born baby. From that red anger filled face to that lovely smiling face, from those ears pulling to that warm hugs; I’ve seen them all. A mother is the one to hold your hand when you walk and lift you up when you fall, To see you get into your teenage and let you enjoy your life but still be by your side as a support when you feel that everyone has left you alone, and finally see you become an adult and take up all the responsibilities but still being by your side as a friend with whom you can share your talks and everything. Being a single mother is a difficult task but you never failed in being one and never did ever let us feel the absen...

Image source-  Favim. After schooling, comes the most awaited and essential part of a student’s life, i.e., college life. Remember how we entered school for the first time? Crying and yelling not to go inside but were dragged away from our parents for a few hours. It turned to be a jail for us back then but slowly the friends we made there and the teachers made us feel like home and then home seemed boring. The last day of school and yet again, we were in tears; tears of departure from each other. Yes, even I cried but then I later realised that all the tears which did flow were real but from whom I cried, they weren’t real. The friends I made were double faced (few were exceptions as still date we share an amazing bond). I cursed myself for making such friends but then I thought, “abhi toh college baki hai, for sure I’ll find some good friends and make amazing memories.” Then the day came, I stepped into my college for the first time and things turned out pretty well. I ma...

Image source-  Favim. Scars and wounds which you gave, Still fresh and deep; Time flew away, Leaving these behind. Memories and hatred which you left behind, Kills me each day; Making me a bit stronger, With every passing day. A broken heart was the gift, In return of my love and care; I regret now for loving you, You'll regret later for leaving me. With each new day, Hatred for you increases; The love died long back, The day you decided to leave. A happier person I'm now, Without you in my life, Without you around my mind, Without you anywhere near me; The world seems a lot better now, Giving me a new meaning to live, With a happy heart and, A sunshine smile.

Blurb: Sheetal Mehra, HR executive with Crescent Technologies, is found murdered in the toilet of a Kolkata hotel after an office party. ACP Agni Mitra finds out about her adulterous ways as he starts investigating into the murder. The miffed husband, a lecherous boss, one of her many jilted admirers – anyone could have killed her. The investigation is stuck in myriad perplexing questions when the murder of Meenakshi Menon, a Director with Altius Finance, hits the headlines. As more murders rock the city, it is not too long before the battle of wits with his unseen adversary turns personal for Agni. A ruthless killer walking the rain-washed streets of Kolkata. A detective battling storms brewing in his private life. Human relations infested with deceit. A generation struggling to cope with fast-changing ambitions and desires. In the Shadows of Death is a gripping page-turner with a heart-rending emotional core. My Review: The entire narrative is engrossing without a single s...

“What’s up with your blog? You don’t write these days?” Mandy asked.  “Blog? Oh yeah, I mean... like... I... I stopped writing.” Relisha replied.  “But why?” He asked. All blank and without any perfect reply to his question, she replied, “I don’t know, I just stopped writing.” “Such a stupid girl you are. The one who is even afraid to face herself and speak out the truth.” He said. Silence all around, just the horns blew and the bus kept on moving.  “Bae?” he shook Relisha and let her come out of her dreamland and said, “Answer me.” “I just don’t know why I stopped writing.” She replied. “Seriously?” Mandy stressed on it. “Ok. I stopped writing after he broke up with me.” I replied with tears in my eyes. *FLASHBACK* Those few last days before he broke up. “Hi.” Seen, but no reply.  Online, yet ignored.  “Hello?” Relisha texted him yet again.  “Yes say.” He replied.  “Yes say? What kind of a reply is this?” “A normal reply. What more...

For the year ends here, I smile and bid a goodbye to 2015. The year which taught me not to trust someone blindly, showed me who my real friends are, helped me discover the world, and made me strong enough to face the outer world alone. Started a new life, Said goodbye to the one I loved, Broken and recovered on my own, I stand here, with this smiling face of mine.  New friends made way into my life, making it a better place for me, and making me smile all the time. To the days spent in sadness, I can’t reverse and make them the happy days of my life, neither can I re-live those happy moments, when I wanted my life to pause for a while; nor can I go back to the nights I cried, and stop those tears from falling down. Everything has gone, everything coming my way will be new. The lessons I learnt will be with me always, new ones await my way. With every end comes a new beginning, So with a smile I bid goodbye to 2015, and with a ...

Image source-  RELIABLE SOFTWARES. Regrets and mistakes, are the memories we make, Knowingly unknown. A Haiku is a Japanese poem of seventeen syllables, in three lines of five, seven, and five, traditionally evoking images of the natural world.

The day you walked into this world , was the first time he smiled when you cried. He was the first man to take you in his arms, and love you and cuddle you, he was no other than your very own superhero, your DAD. Day by day you grew up playing in his arms, riding on his back, emptying up yourself on him, falling asleep on his lap, he was no other than your very own superhero, your DAD. Image source-  Favim. Crying badly at times, you ran towards him and hugged him, showing he was strong enough, he consoled you; but deep inside he cried seeing tears in your eyes, he was no other than your very own superhero, your DAD. Time flew so fast, I was too small to realize, Suddenly that superhero went to a far away land, biding goodbye to us forever. That goodbye was the one to break me into pieces, and no one knew how empty was I without him. Pictures and memories with him are the things I live with today, missing him every mom...

N. S. Ravi holds a Masters degree in Economics from the University of Delhi and has had a distinguished and chequered career in senior positions in public and private sector enterprises dealing in jewellery, infrastructure and textiles and apparel in Europe, Africa and India. He speaks Tamil, Hindi, English and French. Ravi is married and has two children. ‘Those Were the Days’ is his debut non-fiction work. He can be reached at nuranisravi@yahoo.co.uk 1) Congratulations Sir for your debut Non-Fiction. Could you just give your readers quick details about your book? Thanks for the wishes. This is a very simple book which traces how the country has evolved over the last fifty years in various areas.  Not many know that fifty years back we were a country of about 40 crores habitants and did not have enough food grains grown to support the population. We had to depend on free gift from a country like USA. Today we are not only feeding three times the population but als...

End of the year but there began a new journey. In the church they held each other’s hand and Lisa hugged him. Rishik smiled and kissed her on her cheek. She blushed and buried her head in his chest.  “I won’t be having my cellphone now. Exams knocking.” He said.  “Not even for an hour or so? Even my exams are coming but… we won’t even talk for once?” Lisa replied. He replied with a wicked smile, “Neah. Three month would be a long time but the longer you wait, the sweeter is the result.” Lisa smiled but she knew she would break into tears any moment. She hugged him and held him tight. “What happened?” he asked. “We won’t talk for three month? We won’t meet anymore?” Lisa asked innocently. He answered, “What do you think?” “I love you” she said and was into tears. “I love you too baby. I’m sorry, I was just joking.” Rishik replied. He held her chin then, lifted her face and then kissed her. Lisa now drowned into the ocean of feelings was lost in his love. Their eyes m...

Title- Those Were The Days. Author- N. S. Ravi. Publisher: Frog Books (An imprint of Leadstart Publishing Pvt Ltd.) Language: English Pages-  249 pages. Cost- : Rs. 195. ISBN: 9789352013050 About the Author: N. S. Ravi holds a Masters degree in Economics from the University of Delhi and has had a distinguished and chequered career in senior positions in public and private sector enterprises dealing in jewellery, infrastructure and textiles and apparel in Europe, Africa and India. He speaks Tamil, Hindi, English and French.  Ravi is married and has two children.  ‘Those Were the Days’ is his debut non-fiction work. He can be reached at nuranisravi@yahoo.co.uk Blurb: I get frustrated when I hear my own people criticizing India. I feel sad when I realize that more than half of the Indian population is unaware of what we have achieved in the recent past. It is unfortunate that we seniors along with the government have jointly failed to make our younger generat...

On the cross roads I stand again, with the photo of a happy life, that I created long back. The glance of your face made me happy, now your thoughts make me cry, was my decision not right to trust you? Every night I curl up myself to the corner, and I cry, I cry remembering those memories. Sitting on the window panel, I dream once again, of us being happy like before. Awaiting that kiss from you, which would heal all my wounds, sooner or later,  life will be good. Dressed in red, walking towards the bed, I’ll then close my eyes, happily forever, with the thought that once you were mine and I was yours. Image Source-  Favim. This post is written for  Prompt 82 – A Wordle Prompt.

Image Source-  Wallpaper. For once I thought, It’s going to be a new life, a new place.. Excited and happy, I was eager to leave. The excitement just lasted for a few days, time flew soon and finally, the last night at home was here. With tears in her eyes she hugged me, she was no stranger but my very own sister. I never knew such a situation would come up, I ended up crying myself then. The next morning brought out the sun, with new hopes. My journey started towards my future, and the next stop was Kolkata, the city of joys. New place and new faces, I was scared enough. First day at college turned out to be magical, new friends made. Finally it was then time for my lifeline to leave. I smiled and bid her a goodbye. I never knew life would be so difficult without her, I miss you here mummy. I miss everything. But I'm strong enough, I’ll work hard and make you all proud, fulfilling my dreams. Image source-  F...

Image source-  Matthew R. Morris. Us human beings making life complicated we stand here  alone. A Haiku is a Japanese poem of seventeen syllables, in three lines of five, seven, and five, traditionally evoking images of the natural world. This post is written for   A Prompt Each Day - Quoted #11  .

(Tasty and yummy, it was everything I wanted) Del Monte India. Pasta, my love. I love cooking, experimenting and then umm, eating as well (to a small extend). Seeing this contest on IndiBlogger I was like, “wow, here comes something I always wanted.” And before thinking anything, I registered for this. In a week’s time or a little more than that, I got my packet of pasta. The packet read “Del Monte Quality. Gourmet Pasta- Spirali.” Yes finally I had my packet and I was to plan how to get myself done with the preparation thing. I wore my thinking cap and started thinking. I decided to keep it really simple and tasty. So without delaying any further, I guess I should start with my recipe or else this post is going to be a never ending one. PASTA. Ingredients needed- 1. Pasta (The main ingredient.) 2. Bell pepper/Capsicum (I got them in three colours, i.e, red, yellow and green.) 3. Broccoli (Only if you like it.) 4. Baby corn. 5. Sweet corn. 6. Olives (black or green, any ...