Here we are, on the day borders fall off
The day the world celebrates as one
Undivided by the mountains and oceans of differences
The day of the global festival,
When there’s no India-Pakistan or Russia-USA
Just the planet, drowned in happiness.
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Ivaan was riding in the middle, clutching tightly on to the man’s lean frame, his eyes looking at the back of his golden-brown head. Jo’s arms were wrapped around his waist, and he felt like a worm in a coccoon, encased between two warm bodies. He tried asking them the questions that were plaguing his mind, but they were riding much too fast for either of them to catch his words.
On the fateful day of December 18 2017, history was created on this place in the blogosphere I’ve come to call my home- Charlie and the Cerebration Factory, which has confused many a blogger into believing my name is Charlie, while it is just a spin on the title of one of the most famous books written by my first official ‘favourite author’. I once thought of changing it to ‘Nerds of a Feather’, but never came around to doing it.
On a completely different note, I don’t even know why I’m typing in italics.
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The queen looked up at the newcomer like a wounded wolf. “You? What are you doing here?”
“I could ask you the same question,” the newcomer said, dismounting from a chocolate-brown stag.
Hey guys! Yes, I’m still here- I haven’t abandoned my blog if that’s what you were thinking. Then why has it been almost a month since I wrote, you ask? I’d love to say I was chilling off to let my brain relax and reboot so that it could come up with more awesome ideas to write about. That I’d taken a ‘Writing Vacation’, if you will, to help my writing. Truth is, writing wasn’t even on my mind. I last blogged on November 7 (TTW part 11) and let me tell you what happened after that. I’d love to tell the whole story in detail, but then you’ll probably get bored. So here’s a short version- from 8-12 November I was at my naani’s (maternal grandma’s) place because my maama (maternal uncle) was getting married. For non-Indians, Indian weddings aren’t a simple one-day affair- no sir, you aren’t husband and wife until a lot of rituals have been completed. From 12-22 November, I was down with dengue. From 24 Nov- 1 Dec, I had my post-midterm exams. And today you have it- the day I blog on- Sunday.