Some blog love

This March, the love theme has got extended in the Festival of Words, organized by WriteTribe. We were asked to write about the blogs we love, and to spread the wings of love(cliche!!). And it makes my choices hard, as there are so many blogs in my Feedly, which I love. Unfortunately, some of them are not that frequent anymore, but thanks to the renewed interest of blogging, I get to see new set of bloggers too. Following are some of the blogs in no particular order, who I wish really should get more attention, love, inspiration, and popularity.

Pretty pink pebbles – Its a new blog which I came across very recently. She is more into art and paintings, but has a few short stories too. Though I have always been not interested to read the long stories posted in blogs, the stories in this blog had me hooked. The narrative, the vivid descriptions, and the slow style is so captivating that the story has left an imprint in my mind, and I could see it replaying it every now and then. I so wish she would write more fiction.

Maya the eternal dreamer – I stumbled on this blog during the January blogathon. Her blog post on her take on Ramayana and Rama, instantly made me follow her. Through her sense of humor in the posts that followed, she made way into the hardware registers in my mind rather than the volatile virtual memory. Looking forward to more of her personal rants and views in pure South Indian-‘ishtyle’.

Hallucinations – Her works are already published online, some of them in Women’s web, which I subscribe to. One of the few blogs whose posts resonates the personal views and opinions in a straight forward manner. The writing is simple and straight from the heart which touches a chord in mine too.

Happy reading all the blogs!!
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Day 2 – Festival of Words at Write Tribe – Blog love

Reality of the fantasy

It was just another evening, but it was very dark already.
Nevertheless she stepped out of the office, to her PG which was just two stops away.
Three pairs of eyes talked to each other in a language, no one else could understand, before attacking her.

Her eyes were folded with red ribbons symbolizing love and hands tied to the bed posts.
The imagination unleashed with the tingling body senses while he immersed her in the fountain of love.
As the ecstasy led her into a trance, she woke up to come out of the bubble of dreams which burst silently.

Her dreams were ripped apart by the ravishing beasts in the form of human beings.
The reality was not only completely different from the fantasies she had earlier but were also more brutal.
She lay in another fountain of blood, bursting every bubble of future dreams, and carrying the shreds to the after life.

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Aftermath of the build-up of this post written for yesterday with some inputs from this article on fantasies.
Written for the Write Tribe Festival of Words – Day 1 – 9 sentence fiction.
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The key to the secrets

The silence is so monotonous. Among the clouds there is a streak of light. It illuminates the piece of green land. The mountains behind is enormous enough to make the human beings smaller. LIfe is indeed bigger. The rain of thoughts then starts to pour down. Very heavily. The weight of thoughts seems very heavy to the head. The eyes succumb to the pressure of the weight and close the eyelids. The breathing became strong enough like the storm winds blowing on the face.
Sleep beckons.

While struggling to come up with meaningful writings, I found upon ways to discard the laziness in my mind, through the form of writing called Free Write, in which you don’t worry about the rules, norms, regulations, expectations, word count, theme and other things which hamper the creative juices. With the prologue above, the following is just an attempt at the same.

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key Source

The Wednesday prompt at the Write tribe community of bloggers is “the key to the lock”. And my mind starts the query to the database and brings out the results which I start reading one by one.

The key.

What key can you talk about. I could so vision some of the bloggers in the community doing fiction where in someone opened the drawer like a thief or as opening a chest of gold, key to memories, secrets and all that.My mind brought the random phrases too, but not the storyboard.

It was the after effect of reading the free romantic novels available for free on Kindle, to try experiencing the new and upcoming method of reading through gadgets, in the month of love, February.

For me, the key was to something else. The key to the passion, the key to the love towards a person and definitely in a sensual way. But no way I would want to blog about it. The last time I poured out the descriptions creeping in my mind verbally, the blog was subsequently rejected by an ad company who wanted only “good” blogs to place their ads.

Its strange that something as basic and historical as key to the acts leading to human reproduction needs to be written mostly in double meanings. Though its hideous mostly in repressed societies, the civilized ones too do not appreciate talking about them in a good way.

Few days ago, had stumbled on the Wikipedia on the many rituals in various other religions, and supported by history which considers them as spiritual rather than as worldly pleasures.

And there exists, in the same society, perverts of the malicious kind, causing danger to human beings by bringing in violence on each other.

So they still remain like Pandora’s box which when opened, flows out a plethora of secrets, pleasurable and mysterious, which remains unknown to the majority of the human beings.

Delirium

He had never been so sure of the future ever before. His dreams were coming true. He was excited and happy just thinking of the days ahead. He had cleared both the aptitude tests for enrolling in the higher studies abroad. And now with the official scholarship letter in hand, he clicked on the submit button of the resignation form.

Within two weeks, he needed to fly. The wings were taking its shape for the long flight. It took him quite a while to sunk in and accept the sudden change in his life.

Two days later, his boss introduced him to the new entrant to the project and his replacement.

“Hey Neeraj, This is Aarti. ”

She looked exactly the same. The same face which he had admired for long and waited for hours to just get a glimpse of her . The sudden introduction had pricked his concealed pot of memories sharply and the moments of flashback started flowing as if it all happened yesterday. He had been given another chance to water the sapling of love planted in his mind years ago, in his college days.

This sudden twist in the film he lived, drove him into a state of delirium. For a second, he wondered whether he is too late.

“Hello”. He offered her a formal handshake and a warm smile.

The tryst was now, with destiny.

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Written for writetribe.

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55 Fiction – How I wished

55 fiction

I was blank when I entered the battle ground. As I started preparing the first dish, I realized, the most important ingredient was missing. Salt.

How I wished then I had not forgotten about it amidst the silly fight with the husband in the morning.

I picked up the phone number for the free home delivery.

Book Review – Done with Men

I have always loved reading printed books. The ebooks and Kindle never tempted me enough. But Indians grab everything if it is for free! So when Writetribe gave away the book, “Done with men” by Shuchi Singh Kalra for free on 12th February, I pounced on the chance.
Done with men by Shuchi Singh Kalra

Travel journo, Kairavi Krishna (Kay) has had it with men. After a series of disasters (losers, philanderers, leeches, mama’s boys and possessive psychos), she is all too tempted to walk out on the prospect of ever finding love. Accompanied by her best friend and flat-mate Baani, she sets off for Goa, hoping to get away from her miserable love life and vowing to stay clear of the male species.

Goa however, has a host of surprises in store for her. Ricky, her pesky ex-boyfriend, is busy painting the town red with his hot new girlfriend. Now what is poor Kay to do, other than overdose on vodka, smoke pot, get an outrageous tattoo and fall off the hotel balcony? She wakes up in the hospital to the tender ministrations of Dr.Vivian D’Mello–young, suave and handsome as hell. Will Kay stick to her guns or will she fall for his ridiculously sexy charms? And what’s up with the mixed signals he’s giving out?

A quick-read of the chicklit genre. The preview or the book blurb had pretty much covered the main part of the book, leaving very little for the readers to count on. I really hoped to find some twist or the other but the story was pretty much straight forward. Though the love theme is set between characters in twenties and thirties, at times, it more sounded like story of young bubbly teenage girls and more of a Cinderella story created in fantasy.

The language was good nevertheless, and was very easy-flowing. I finished it quite fast, which shows the ability of the writer to keep you on the edges. The expressions and the character sketch are conveyed beautifully. The concept of Thought Bubble is quite real and interesting, compared to the usual way of interpreting inner voices. But the precise writing by the author do sounds promising of an upcoming writer, considering this is her first novel.

I would rate it at 3 out of 5.