Really Minnelli

This is a piece of writing that I published on Reedsy's website. You can read my writing here , but I'll be posting them on my blog anyway. Hope you enjoy reading this. :) I kept looking at the door expectantly, watching the people come in and go out of the restaurant. I could feel butterflies in my stomach, and I wondered if I’d even eat tonight. I was nervous — not even the light instrumental music playing in the background or the bright little candles dotting every table could make me calm down — but it was a good sort of nervousness. Looking around, I noticed that there were a few families, but most of them seemed to be couples, all of which were busy chatting or clinking their glasses together and cutlery on plates filling the air with the sound of dining. The waiters bustled in and out of the kitchens, some even skilfully and effortlessly balancing a number of platters on both their hands and along their arms, making the aroma of food waft around the place. After watching

This is a piece of writing that I published on Reedsy's website. You can read my writing here , but I'll be posting them on my blog anyway. Hope you enjoy reading this. :) The bus-station this particular morning was deserted save for a few people dotting the concrete seats built into the walls of the station. I knew that I had to take the 4.30 bus to Kandy, but I didn’t know which exact bus to take. I was in the mystical foreign land of Sri Lanka that my ancestors had under their grasp a few decades short of a century; however, people that could converse well in English (and not send you on the wrong route, speaking from personal experience) were almost nowhere to be found. Undeterred yet, I decided to ask the stationmaster, or who I assumed to be was the stationmaster. “Hello,” I said warmly with a tinge of tentativeness in my voice. The little man in a beige shirt and black pants looked at me in an unwelcoming manner and returned to the piece of paper he was holding, which he

The keys fell on the ground with a clink. I picked them up and tried locking the door with my trembling hands. I dropped the keys again. I didn’t want to be late. Sighing, I bent down to notice that I had folded my jeans up. I hastily pulled them down, knowing how much she hated them that way. Without her around, I was living on autopilot. After a few more attempts, I heard the much awaited click of the lock slipping into place. I slapped my back pocket to check if the book was still there, and the even lump confirmed so. I walked past my car and the flower beds that only had brown soil and brown, withered flowers. I didn’t take the car; I decided to walk instead. I made my way towards the market a few blocks away. I was still trembling, my head dizzy, sweat running in rivulets down my nervous face. “This is a bad idea. I should go back home,” I told myself sternly. I turned halfway, but then strongly decided against going back. After months of worrying and procrastination, I got mysel

Sitting in my porch I watched the children run and scream in delight as they played a very animated version of tag. On Saturdays the kids spend the day at my place, and those are the best hours of my life that I ever so religiously look forward to. I wake up as early as my age allows me to, to bake some goodies for the kids. And every single morning the kids would fly into my arms and I’ll tell you that there’s no better feeling than that. I remember when I was that young. Those were the good old days when going from one place of the house to another didn’t take hours or make my joints ache as if they’d fall off any moment. Physical pain back then was temporary, much unlike now. Once, when I was in my mid-teens, during a netball match it started raining; however, the coach gave no indication of stopping the match, so on we went. But being the clumsy oaf that I am, I slipped and fell and somehow went and struck my knee on the concrete base of the post. I heard a crack (maybe it was

The stay-at-home orders issued by governments to keep citizens safe and control the spread of coronavirus have inadvertantly contributed to a reduction in air pollution because pretty much all activities ceased. That had a really good impact on our environment - the air became clearer, water bodies cleaner and fun fact - even the wild animals dropped in to see what a city in lockdown looked like. India before and after lockdown We live here on Earth, and if it weren't for this amazing planet, we'd be done for. So, we might as well take a few steps towards making it a healthier environment to live in, for us and for wildlife and of course, for generations to come. Here are a few  steps  you could take care of our planet and trust me, they're super-easy! 1) Do Not Litter 🚯 This is a term we are so familiar with that we see it on pretty much everything - from soda cans to the box of your favourite pizza, but I'm pretty sure most of us don't give it due attention. Alth

They are these very cute and equally toxic type of sea slugs. Recently I saw a meme about sea bunnies and it really brightened up my day. There wasn't anything inspirational there - they were just cute and cuddly-looking (cuddling them probably won't be a very good idea because of their toxicity), so I thought I'd share this with you. :D Here's a cartoon I drew of a sea bunny (left) and an actual sea bunny (right). Can't tell the difference, can you? These sea slugs became an internet sensation in 2015, and I guess it's pretty understandable why. Contrary to being called "bunnies" they move very slow much like their cousins, the slugs. Most of this species are less than an inch long, half the size a slug generally would be. They're usually found in the Indo-Pacific Ocean and are also known by the less-cute, more scientific name of Jorunna parva. Their origins are not very clear but they are said to have been sighted in and around the Philippines, T

After a "tgif" vibe and two whole easy-going days, I find Mondays particularly painful. And there comes Tuesday, a lesser pain, and then Wednesday when things seem not so bad. Then the week goes on and by Friday I'm usually exhausted, only to be blissfully blessed with the weekend by the amazingly designed Gregorian calendar. I find it so hard to wake up, and my eyelids will indignantly stay plastered shut for a very long time, but I somehow manage to wake up because I know that there are things in life that I have to do because I am responsible for my life, and if things go wrong, I am primarily responsible, and I think that this applies to everyone. Recently I watched an Arnold Schwarzenegger video on YouTube where he spoke about his 5 rules to success. I've been watching it every single time I'm tired. It worked for me, so I thought that I'd share it with you. :) Here are his 5 rules and a small explanation of them that I wrote. I've also posted the vid

Hello! This is a short story that I wrote for a competition, for which the theme was "Peace",  a few months ago that I won first place in. I never thought that I'd win because I wrote this in an hour or so. It was all very rushed and it didn't get due attention. And yes, I am humbly proud of this because I never even considered the possibility of me winning. The version you see here is an edited one because there were some slips in the writing that was submitted. Hope you enjoy! 😊 The Search for Inner Peace I packed up all my things getting ready to go back home for the weekend. My eyes fell on a small drawing of a man, woman and a young boy and girl, taped onto the clinic wall. I do not know what happened to them, although it was I that drew them from my memory. I just know that I wish I had more time. I pushed back my chair like I always do at the end of the day. I wasn’t tired. I liked knowing that I was helping sick people and trying to give them hope eve