The story of the origin of Donut dates back to the time before sentience appeared on the blue haven of resources that is called “The Earth”. The time when asgardians ruled the unthinking hordes on the earth was when the Donut was accidentally invented by Loki, the lord of mischief.
The beauty of Belle, the goodness of Cinderella, the bravery of Hansel and Gretel, the curiosity of Rapunzel and even the naughtiness of Noddy are all traits that were at once the cause of their incarceration as well as the means of their salvation. The scintillating hope that is the undercurrent of almost every fairy tale – the hope of redemption, the hope that good can conquer evil and finally, the hope that the world can indeed be a beautiful place.
What do you do if you are a 10 year old and faced with a difficult choice of getting what you want or getting more without a choice? Read on to find out.
What if you switched bodies with your husband and were left as a she in a man’s body and he in a woman’s body? Read on to find out.
We brush it, shampoo it and take numerous trips to salon to maintain it. We obsess over its length and breadth and brood over it when it’s cut or gone. Yet what’s its role in our lives?
Shipra could not sleep. Later when she reflected on that fateful night, all she could recollect was the cagey pacing around the house while she waited for her brother Parikshit to call.
I was on my way back home from my place of work when I started thinking of the topic for my next blog. It was 8:30PM and I had just finished answering separate calls from my husband, mother and father in law respectively on my expected time of arrival. That’s when I realized how all of us ignore most of the everyday occurrences’ staring at us in our face.
Leslie looked dejectedly out of the window of the Orient express trying to ignore the nosy stares directed at her and the handcuffs across her hands. Reflecting on her life, she wondered how it had all gone so awry. She hadn’t had the usual excuses of poverty, negligence or bad parenting to blame on this rather spectacular fall from her station in life.
I am Scooby, the cockatiel and I wanted to let off steam a bit by ranting my tale of woes. I don’t remember when I was born nor how many times I was transported before I first saw “Chirp”, my human and her mate “Chirp-chirp”.