A cackle of laughter from her boss’s cabin startled her. She waited patiently, for the conversation to end and the man to leave, after which she waltzed right in. Seeing her irate expression, her manager spoke up without preamble. ‘Look, Rhia, you can’t possibly object...
Rhia bolted the door and looked around the house. Or rather, her home. Was it a home? When did it come to this? When did she become the unpaid maid? There seemed to be no other purpose to her existence other than cooking and cleaning....
‘New Designs – Brie’s Bikinis . On Racks Now’ Rhia looked at the display board outside the swanky store and stopped short. Her arms were aching from the weight of the shopping bags she was already carrying. Would one more be too many? How would her thrifty...
An apple a day keeps the doctor away, someone said. Rhia decided it really would this time. She’d had enough of doctors and nurses. It was exhausting to have her home turned into a nursing home, with doctors and nurses buzzing in and out of the apartment....
Ten days to go for April 1. Ten days to go for Blogging A2Z Challenge to begin. Also, ten days to go for Camp NaNoWriMo, since I foolishly decided to participate in both. I'm already feeling the heat. The other participants have already begun to put...
I feel like I'll burst with happiness and excitement. Today was a big day for the writer in me. I just got promoted to being an author. My debut book - Just Another Day, a collection of 3 short stories, published by Readomania - was launched as...
I wrote! I wrote after a loooong time. I've been writing yes - blog posts, book reviews, website articles. I've been regularly doing all of that. I've been working on my manuscript - a romance. And I finished it too! A mad plunge into the unknown that...
“The best place to find God is in a garden. You can dig for him there.”
- George Bernard Shaw
My earliest fondest memories of a garden are from some twenty years ago. This garden, next to a nondescript one-bedroom house in a College staff quarters, was the result of its owner’s relentless hard work, proudly ramped up the aesthetic quotient of its otherwise grey surroundings, and ultimately came to be the neighbour’s pride. Maintaining the garden wasn’t easy, but in fact, painstaking work. Just the act of watering all the plants and trees each day would take at least an hour. In-depth knowledge of the individual growing patterns, flowering seasons, watering and manuring needs were critical and required thorough planning and thought. It needed extensive care and hands-on maintenance that was not just time-consuming but also required the owners, my parents, to be vigilant and attentive.