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  By the Team:  Read the previous part of the story   HERE   Chapter 2: Touch- Me-Not “You’re my superstar!” he’d said and I’d fallen for him almost instantly but then he flew away to the States never to return. “Tara, you truly are worthy of your name” Shekhar had said, looking up from the script I’d written for our college drama. Sheku was the only guy who was as perfect as that ‘first love’ of my life. That winning smile, the glint in his eyes and the awe in his voice is etched in my memory, like it was yesterday. Now he just sits there with that smile pasted on his face, come what may! To the extent that it now appears fake. How can anyone be so happy and contented with himself? Fifteen years of lolling about in those track pants and Tees, writing a stray article here and some web content there.  Sheku, Oh, Sheku! Today, you’re just a mere shadow of that man I’d married. Where’s that promising young writer with frizzy hair, that co...

I added one more year to my life on the 25th of December 2010 while my fellow bloggers added more life to my new year by showering some very beautiful gifts on me. Here they are... I am one of the voted winning bloggers at Jingle's The Celebrate Blogger of 2010 Award in Short Stories and for another not- so- easy- to- win The Celebrate Blogger of 2010 in Humor Award Very thankful to Jingle and all those who voted for me, for making this birthday a very special and memorable one! Also would love to share with you what my favourite and intelligent bloggers I know, Nanka & Rumya did to heighten the fun in my celebrations. They know just what my world presently rotates around and what can bring the biggest smile on my face! Thanks a ton ..XOXOXO Please pardon, I haven't provided a glossary to the baby language. I leave you to guessing! ;) Take care and have a rocking New Year 2011...:D

Buy Social Causes T-Shirts online at Myntra.com and visit the largest community of Indian Bloggers at BlogAdda.com Flip, he'd sent the shoe in his right foot flying high up in the air. Gravity was bringing it down now. He ran towards it and caught it, back on the hook of his upturned right foot. Next, Flip went the shoe from his left foot, flying high and back. Walking to school early in the morning through lonely lanes, this was his way of making the stretch interesting. It's amazing how he managed to get to school on time! My Pa-in-Law aka Vijay  was quite a bright student I'm told but he preferred to do things his way. A little too differently for comfort. He always managed to get on the teacher's nerves. Once the teacher had caught him scouring the floor under his desk. "How do you manage to slip off the bench everytime I ask you'll to take notes?" inquired Father D'Mello. Vijay rose off his knees and stood...

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 13 ; the thirteenth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton .   February 1901- In the small Midnapore district of Bengal in British India was born a little brown girl with intelligent beady eyes. The mother used to work as a maid with the wealthy Mukhopadhyay family in their district. She had enjoyed listening to her mistress recite Rabindranath Tagore’s poetry, as she fanned her, one lazy afternoon. So when her own little brown daughter was born she knew what they would call her. She would be Khanika , a beautiful girl rightly named after Tagore’s beautiful poetry. “Eta Lakshmi Maa!” Her family soon began referring to her as the goddess of wealth because no sooner had she arrived that The Railway Company came forward and offered jobs to the local unemployed men along with other additional incentive...

B orn is a life anew I nto mumma’s safe arms R earing to grow T reat to watch its charms H ence, every year, celebration day D oes the road wind uphill A ll the way Y es, Yes, Yes Prompt #64 The opening line of Christina Georgina Rossetti’s poem Uphill Does the road wind uphill all the way?

This is my 101st post of active blogging since October 2009. As we all know the +1 mark is auspicious and represents progress, I am celebrating the completion of 101 posts and not a round figure 100. I wish to share my happiness in reaching this milestone with some of my dearest blogger friends. And hence this post is exclusively dedicated to those friends who made blogging more interesting for me.... Deepak Amembal aka MagicEye, Could never 'click' like him even if I try! He writes equally well too, Instant Words on varied topics for you. Read between the lines, you'll see Pearls of wisdom in plenty. A friend, philosopher and guide, Blogging with him is a joy ride! Karthik aka The Last Man Standing, I'm glad at his blog I made a landing. Hooked onto his crime stories, College capers and Love stories. A young chap with a sharp mind. To me he's been helpful and kind. Correctly criticising and generously prais...

I'm quite proud of my blogging achievements this morning! Had taken up my love for short story writing seriously, only a few months ago and I consider myself an amateur writer. So I'd participated in INDImag's KathSagar Short story-writing competition with really no expectations at all. I submitted two stories and both were published. WOW! I said to myself and raved about it to all my friends. The valuable commentators also showered my work with kind words of appreciation.  Then came the results and I was elated to see that mine was picked as a wild card entry and was 17th on the list of top pick stories (from 70 entries) that would enter Phase-II, the final phase of the KathaSagar Contest. Though mine was last on the list, it was again an unexpected feather in my cap !! :)) And this morning, wonder of wonders... Just take a look at this table... 'Lin had a Solution' is 4th !!! Isnt that a huge leap? Mine is not the winning story and neither am I the runner-u...

This is my 50th Post and I really am very happy with the response I have received to my writing! Thankyou All for making this a pleasurable experience... All your complements, criticism and comments has made me want to write more. With each response I could feel myself get better at what I had taken up, blogging with a purpose! After 50 posts I wish to go a rung higher! At the same time I was missing all the fun I had with some silly posting I used to do at my personal blog... There it was more of informal writing and blogging about my other personal interests like cooking and fashion SO to commemorate the 50th post at this blog I am announcing the revival of my old blogspot - Raison d'etre Please feel free to go ahead and savour some of my old posts there...

Unity in Diversity,  Is today's concern. Varied though in cultures and tradition, We all belong to one great Nation. We love each other And together  we pray, May we Indians stay together, Forever, This way! Happy Republic Day!

I know I may be posting this a bit too early but the holiday fever has already taken over me! So here goes.. Wishing all you beautiful people out there.... "Last year’s words belong to last year’s language And next year’s words await another voice! For many like us, it is more than a change of a calendar. The New Year symbolizes the beginning of a better tomorrow. So, if you look forward to a good year ahead, Resolve to make at least one person happy every day, and then in ten years you may have made three thousand, six hundred and fifty persons happy! Wish you a double dose of health & happiness, topped with loads of good fortune. Have a great year ahead!" ......HAPPY NEW YEAR 2010 !!!

Secularism.To many it may be a subject of discussion and intrigue but I was born and brought up in Mumbai, a cosmopolitan city. So for a fairly large part of my life I never realized that some people did live a life otherwise. Even while being groomed in a convent school,each girl was taught to love and embrace the different cultures, traditions and values each girl brought along with her religion. We'd all merged into one big family, genuinely! Our lunch break was all about girls flocking together in groups and sharing their lunch ' dabbas '. I can never deny that was the most favorite part of my day at school. I think those habits have just spilled over into the rest of my life. I don't think even after shifting away from Mumbai I have forgotten even one ounce of what the secular life there taught me. It's this multi-cultural background that made life so wonderful. With the current scenario that has enveloped Mumbai, I just hope that the cosmopolitan lifestyle c...