A two-day break…

A Moveable FeastThought it was time for a break. March was a busy month, plenty to read and more writing. And a wedding! We enjoyed the long walks, and in recent weeks the beautiful weather. We’ll find some light rain in Paris on Wednesday. Then we’ll be visiting my childhood place (Happy days in Clichy…) Have a couple of posts up my sleeve for the #AtoZChallenge for April… Will travel, will take pics…

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Object of desire…

Romancing Alix

Hello and welcome to Six Sentence Sunday. Please follow the link to find the complete list of very talented authors or search #sixsunday on twitter.

Happy April 1st everyone, I hope your day is full of cheeky smiles and abundant laughter.

Something new…


“Did you miss me?” I whispered softly against her cheek.

With a cheeky smile she replied, ‘Wrap your hand around the tendons in my wrists, push into me hard up against the wall and part my thighs with your knee. Then you’ll know how much I missed you.”

In that moment, I wanted her so much, I couldn’t move.


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Positional Sacrifice     Coffeehouse Play     Drawing Chance     Whisper     At the Bar

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A writer’s progress (wish I was so organised :-))

Be not afeard

Day 31 on my novel has come to a close.

Hard to believe it’s already been a month since I started putting pen to paper… or clicking the keyboard as it were.

It was kind of a slow start, a bit touch and go, but I feel like I’m settling into a nice little groove now.

So, where do we stand?

1.Outline is 75% done,

2.Acts I and II are entirely mapped out, scene by scene. (This was an ordeal as Act I is where the setup is while Act II is where the story starts really picking up steam,)

3.Character Interviews. Done,

4. Research on pertinent aspects of the period in which the story is set (Late-Victorian), done.

5.Word Count ~ 21,551

So, that’s where things stand on my end. Tomorrow I start mapping out Acts III and IV……

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Prelude to #AtoZAprilChallenge: Abstraction

Abstraction  He loved writing stories. The best time he had was at the local library, that imposing building guarded by stone lions, when, after finishing his school work, he could start on a tale of his own, inventing, finding new heros, often inspired by his reading of one of the classics. Often, his teacher warned him about being too abstract in his essays. He thought: what is Abstraction?  So he wrote an essay on the subject. The main hero was his teacher, the villain a bad witch called Abstraction. The essay grew.

Years later, when he was in Sweden to receive the prize, a journalist asked him: what motivated you to write your first book?

Aw, he said, a word called Abstraction. A headline read, the following day:

Literature Nobel Prize Winner Blames Abstraction”

A thoughtful PR Professional and promising writer…


As a part of my public speaking class, I was required to present a 6 minute speech on one of the most descriptive and inclusive passages (prose or poetry) that I had come across.  I was to convince not only my batch mates on my views but as well the passer’s by. This time we relayed our speeches outside the campus library . One of my Canadian batchmates expressed her intrigue over the subject matter I had chosen and further went on to ellaborate how convincing my speech was, even though she never understood a single word of the selected prose.  Since I received a good feedback on the essentials of my speech (which was to include providing a pithy title, an alliteration/onomatopoeia and sign posts), I thought of placing my views on the most descriptive language passage which also gives me goose bumps whenever I recite it and makes me feel so proud to be an Indian.


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Wicked (#5SF)

Wicked WytchYou smiled and said: “You should get yourself some new feet, yours are awful, just look at mine”.

And I looked at your elegant, well shaped foot and lovely toes, a fitting ornament to your o-so beautiful leg, and then, blushing, answered: “But I don’t know where to get those”.

O your wicked smile then, as you turn your lovely face towards me and, still smiling, asked: “Where did you get this lovely body, don’t you know?”

I was stunned, I did not know that either, my body had always been there, kind of I was born with it, wasn’t I?

“So, you said, even more wickedly, if you were ugly, you would not know how to change yourself?”