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#156 : A ‘Gold’-en Opportunity

Writing is an absolute joyful activity for me, just that I’m always in a state of confusion as to what to write. Thanks to Mehta Jewellery and to Chennai Bloggers Club for prompting me to write about one person I haven’t written about much.

The supreme being has blessed me with great people in my life. Particularly, the men in my life are nothing short of being stellar. My father, my husband, my grandfather,and my mentor – the constant men in my life are literally the driving force who have guided me and continue to support me in all my endeavors. I have written much about my father and my grandfather, it is high time I wrote about the man who entered my life much later and flipped it completely – My husband, Vignesh. Of course, one post about my mentor is also in the cards!

So where do I begin! We’ve known each other for enough time, to be overlook our quirks and shortcomings. He is the first male best friend I had and he continues to be that friend who is there for me no matter what. That transition from being a friend to a romantic interest can’t possibly be defined in our case. It just happened. He has stood by me in my lowest times and has stuck to me firmly when I did my best to push him away.

We women always end up having high expectations when it comes to a romantic interest or a life partner, thanks to the insane benchmarks our fathers set. Though there are exceptions to this theory, my case is not one of them. If I were to bench mark my dad as the perfect man, I would possibly never find a life partner at all. I have to thank my mother for drilling one thing into my thick head – My father is what he is because he is my father. He might be a different person as a husband, but he is a different person as such as a father. Expecting the same from a life partner would be nothing short of idiocy. Vignesh comes across as being a shy and reserves person. That’s actually a facade. He is warm, witty, mischievous and a caring  person. Doesn’t such a man who can put up with my extremities deserve the best?

It is a custom of my family, to present the groom with a bracelet, a ring and a chain during the wedding. When I read about the exclusive men collection and visited Mehta jewellery’s website, I was left totally despaired. If only they had come up with this 8 months ago!

Jewellery shopping is one thing I absolutely hate. I abhor the very prospect of wearing pieces of that gold and bright metal. Nope. Gold is not for me. However, for once, I wanted to shop personally for the ornaments that were to be gifted for  him. My man deserved the best and I wanted to ensure it. I’ve never witnessed my father buying gold for himself. My husband would probably follow suit and never shop for himself. Probably these pieces that are being gifted are the only pieces of jewellery that he would own and use in his life time for himself. I was thoroughly disappointed with the collection available in the market and had to settle for something which was just okay and not mind blowing.

Surprisingly, none of the shops I visited had an exclusive men collection. All they had were the boring traditional stuff. It is indeed a pleasant surprise to know that at least one jeweller has taken a very sensible decision to bring in Men’s collection which is inspired by the Royal Enfield bike. My man is just the opposite of what that bike personifies. Owing a Bullet bike is synonymous to being a enigmatic and a hunk of a person. It takes a lot to tame a 500cc bike! That hand crafted beauty of a machine is an owner’s pride, just like the sophisticated men’s collection that Mehta jewellery has come up with. However, doesn’t a perfect gentleman like him deserve this sophisticated collection of jewel and that beauty of a bike?

It’s never too late and I inted to visit the shop soon to buy these very pieces which caught my fancy from the website.

The bracelet looks absolutely stunning and perfect! That chain with pendant – isn’t it something unique!

Vignesh, you are worth more than the gold I can offer, but this is my way of showing that you hold a special place in my heart!

– This blog is written for “Ride the Royal” contest organised by Mehta Jewellery for their exclusive men’s collection.
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# 155 : The Child – A Short Story (Complete)

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A man clothed in a form fitting suit walked up to the black BMW parked on the rear side of a swanky metallic building. With broad shoulders, and salt n’ pepper hair, he looked like George Clooney’s identical twin He walked and looked like he owned the place. There was a certain swag and arrogance to his demeanor. Of course, he owned the place. The swanky building was the R&D center of the food company he owned. He eased the vehicle out from the parking and sped off, climbing on to the highway. He glanced at the watch – a beautiful black metal Rado gifted by Rini. That watch was a constant reminder of his failure, of his loss. He wanted it to experience that pain. It felt like being stabbed with a sharp knife and twisted many times over. He could have easily junked the watch along with all her other belongings when she died, but he didn’t have the heart to. It was her gift for their first wedding anniversary. She had saved up money from the wedding expenses and had planned buying this watch for him. Afterall, for her, it was worth buying this unique piece of beauty than buying a trousseau worth a couple of lakhs. She loved wearing it as well. He loved it when she paired it with a black Jean, that precious Jimmy Cho boots and the hot pink shirt. He sighed and drove on, remembering tiny details about her. That small mole on her lower jaw, her flowery yet mild perfumer, that apple-mint smell of her after she washed it with her favorite shampoo. He clenched his teeth and tightened his grip on the wheel as he pulled into a brightly lit parking lot of a wedding hall.  Memories of his own wedding flooded him, making his mouth twitch slightly. He stopped the car and shut his eyes before going on to park the car perfectly. She had taught him to Parallel Park perfectly. He hated weddings more since her death, but he didn’t have much of a choice today as it was his business partner and friend, Ravi’s son’s wedding.

He managed to escape finally around mid-night. He felt hot and humid after all that dancing and food. He removed his coat and swung it casually, walking towards his car. He missed her badly today. His mind seemed to be on a rewind mode, playing back to back memories of each and every millisecond he spent with her. He wished they parted on a better note. She had wanted a divorce, just hours before she died. Two weeks into argument about the baby and she wanted to throw away an 8 year old relationship. They had agreed not to have kids. One night she had come back from a party, wanted to have baby. “There was an undying want to have the child” to be precise. That’s the phrase she used. The phrase seemed odd and he couldn’t put his finger on what was wrong with it. Back then, when they fought, it didn’t occur to him that there was something strange about it. Thinking of it today and again and again, there was definitely something absurd with that statement. Rini was a very straight forward person. She spoke her mind and had no qualms doning it. It was uncharacteristic of her to want something this badly in a short time and argue fiercely without a logical backing. Then she went mad, wanted a divorce.  Ultimately, they had a big showdown. She furiously left the house, driving away in her Mini and crashed. She died on the spot due to shock and a trauma to the brain. The accident, the argument, the divorce – all felt very fishy. Something was majorly off shot. The Mini couldn’t have crashed. Or at least that’s what he felt. He shook his head again out of habit. He did that when he was confused or tensed. Aging was inducing paranoia, he reasoned.

He reversed the car patiently and bang! Another black car had sped towards his car and hit from behind!

“Oh ssssshit! Whatttttt have I done. What aan idiot!” swore Anusha as she swung her long legs out of the driver seat. Her speech slurred enough to make one realised that she was drunk to boot. She stumbled out of the car and wobbled towards the bumper to check the damage. A man with killer looks stood there glaring at her. He looked important. He looked like Rishi. The love of her life. She corrected herself mentally. He wasn’t the love of her life anymore. Heck, he wasn’t even alive any more. He had to go get himself killed all out of anger after a rather silly argument. She noticed his watch. It looked an expensive Rado – Like the same one Rishi wore. She tried focusing on the details of his looks only to have her head explode with pain. She felt like being pricked at once by a thousand pine needles. She rubbed her head vigorously. Bitter memories of that final argument flooded her head. He wanted to have kids. After 9 years of being married and having decided not to have kids, his sudden want for “that child” was strange. As long as she could remember he hated kids. Thinking of it now, the very phrase he used seemed really strange. “Child”? Weren’t they called babies or kids at this stage. He was a writer, a successful one at that too. His choice of words were always perfect, but when he had repeated that phrase of “wanting to have that child” seemed so uncharacteristic of him. His father had chucked him out of their ancestral house and his business for marrying her. For marrying a woman who was an orphan. An orphan who didn’t want kids and was a painter. Rishi had stood by her like a rock, but that day, when he drove away in anger after the argument, it didn’t feel like he was the same man who stood with her thick and thin. He seemed possessed. She wasn’t convinced of his death as well. Apparently, he had died out of the shock of the crash, rather than by the impact.

The man from the car had stepped down and was inspecting the damage.

“Don’t you have eyes?! Can’t you see that I’m reversing the car?” he shouted at her.

“Lookkkkk misster. I am sorry. I just lost controllll. Send me the bill, I will paayyyy it” she replied, wagging a finger at him.

“Just what I need! Drunk to the brim are we. Look mam, I need this to report this to the cops. Drinking and driving is a serious offence. You just caused and accident. What if this had happened on the road.” he said as he pulled out his phone to call the cops.

“Okay, yes I am drunk. I know it’s an offence to drive at this state, but quit lecturing me okay. What’s your problem when I’m ready to foot your mechanic bill.” she replied this time a bit steadily. The word “cop” had evidently had an effect on her.

“Being arrogant are we. Have it your way. If you step on to the car and drive again for the night, be assured that you would be counting bars within minutes. No. this is not a threat.” he replied.

“Oh then, who is going to drop me home? The car can’t drive itself you know?!” she replied, shivering slightly.

“Ha. You must have thought of this before you drank away that last bottle you know” he replied in a mocking tone.

“Enough. Take my phone, store your contact, give yourself a call from it, call me tomorrow to settle your bill. Thanks grandpa, for your free advice!” she replied coolly before wobbling back to the car.

He pulled her hand before she took one step. “Grandpa my foot! You aren’t driving! Get into my car, I will drop” he said, taking a step closer to her while twisting her arm slightly.  She frowned slightly and gave into to his threat. It didn’t hurt to have a driver drive her home. Her head was killing her.

She went locked her car and got into the front seat of his car and buckled herself. He sighed and followed suit. He moved the car and drove on to the highway.

Anusha sat thinking. She felt exhausted, both mentally and physically. It wasn’t like her to get drunk. She tried to mentally slap herself awake, but Vodka won over logical reasoning. She was with a complete stranger, whose car she had just damaged who was driving like a racer on the deserted highway. She hadn’t even bothered to ask his name. The sober Anusha would have probably slapped him for driving like a maniac. If only she had been sober, it wouldn’t have come to this. He braked suddenly, pulling her out of the million thoughts that was zig -zagging inside her head.

“Why the hell did you stop the car now?” she shouted. Her slurring had reduced considerably. The shock of the sudden break must have reduced the numbing effect of the alcohol.

“Open your eyes! Can’t you see a child sitting here in the middle of the road? You are too drunk to even see your own hand. Just don’t get down, I’ll go take a look and be back” he shouted back, removing his seat belt.

A small child, wearing a pink frock was lying smack in the middle of the road on her side. Her face was turned away from the car. The road was pitch black barring the light from the headlight of the car. He walked slowly with caution and touched her hand. Her hands felt Ice cold and he jerked his hand back.

Fear gripped him as he realized the child might be dead. Just as he was about to turn her to see her face, she sat up with a start and turned to face him. Her hair shone against the yellow head light and she had a perfect bob cut. Her face was round and chubby with dimples on both cheeks. She had blue eyes and rosy lips. Though her skin looked very pale, she reminded him of the girl from the nursery rhyme.

“Hi, who are you and what are you doing here?” he asked. He found it rather odd that her dress wasn’t soiled in spite of her lying down on the road. Anusha had walked down out of curiosity and crouched next to him.

The child smiled at both of them.

“I’m Rita. I used to live in an orphanage until I was adopted. I lost my way when my new dad and mom took me to the amusement park” she replied in a small voice and looked very mournful.

“Okay, but why are you lying down here on this road? Do you know where your parents live? I can take you there.” he replied. He had this insane urge to hug the child and take her home. He never liked kids, but this girl seemed so sweet. He felt Anusha shaking his arm vigorously. He swatted her off without looking at her. Nothing felt important than looking at the sweet child in front of him. He wanted to carry her home. She looked way too beautiful and sweet.

“I don’t know” said the child and began crying.

“Okay, Okay, relax, I will take you to my home” he replied. He felt Anusha now slapping him harder and harder on his arm.

He looked up from the child’s face to see his wife standing in front of him along with another man, the man who died colliding with his wife’s car. Then he looked down again at the child’s face. His nostrils felt hot and he collapsed.

The newspaper headlines the next day read, “Business man killed in a car crash, unidentified body of a woman also found”

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#154 : The Child – Short Story – Conclusion

Anusha sat thinking. She felt exhausted, both mentally and physically. It wasn’t like her to get drunk. She tried to mentally slap herself awake, but Vodka won over logical reasoning. She was with a complete stranger, whose car she had just damaged who was driving like a racer on the deserted highway. She hadn’t even bothered to ask his name. The sober Anusha would have probably slapped him for driving like a maniac. If only she had been sober, it wouldn’t have come to this. He braked suddenly, pulling her out of the million thoughts that was zig -zagging inside her head.

“Why the hell did you stop the car now?” she shouted. Her slurring had reduced considerably. The shock of the sudden break must have reduced the numbing effect of the alcohol.

“Open your eyes! Can’t you see a child sitting here in the middle of the road? You are too drunk to even see your own hand. Just don’t get down, I’ll go take a look and be back” he shouted back, removing his seat belt.

A small child, wearing a pink frock was lying smack in the middle of the road on her side. Her face was turned away from the car. The road was pitch black barring the light from the headlight of the car. He walked slowly with caution and touched her hand. Her hands felt Ice cold and he jerked his hand back.

Fear gripped him as he realized the child might be dead. Just as he was about to turn her to see her face, she sat up with a start and turned to face him. Her hair shone against the yellow head light and she had a perfect bob cut. Her face was round and chubby with dimples on both cheeks. She had blue eyes and rosy lips. Though her skin looked very pale, she reminded him of the girl from the nursery rhyme.

“Hi, who are you and what are you doing here?” he asked. He found it rather odd that her dress wasn’t soiled in spite of her lying down on the road. Anusha had walked down out of curiosity and crouched next to him.

The child smiled at both of them.

“I’m Rita. I used to live in an orphanage until I was adopted. I lost my way when my new dad and mom took me to the amusement park” she replied in a small voice and looked very mournful.

“Okay, but why are you lying down here on this road? Do you know where your parents live? I can take you there.” he replied. He had this insane urge to hug the child and take her home. He never liked kids, but this girl seemed so sweet. He felt Anusha shaking his arm vigorously. He swatted her off without looking at her. Nothing felt important than looking at the sweet child in front of him. He wanted to carry her home. She looked way too beautiful and sweet.

“I don’t know” said the child and began crying.

“Okay, Okay, relax, I will take you to my home” he replied. He felt Anusha now slapping him harder and harder on his arm.

He looked up from the child’s face to see his wife standing in front of him along with another man, the man who died colliding with his wife’s car. Then he looked down again at the child’s face. His nostrils felt hot and he collapsed.

The newspaper headlines the next day read, “Business man killed in a car crash, unidentified body of a woman also found”

 

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#153 : The Child – Short Story – Part 2

“Oh ssssshit! Whatttttt have I done. What aan idiot!” swore Anusha as she swung her long legs out of the driver seat. Her speech slurred enough to make one realised that she was drunk to boot. She stumbled out of the car and wobbled towards the bumper to check the damage. A man with killer looks stood there glaring at her. He looked important. He looked like Rishi. The love of her life. She corrected herself mentally. He wasn’t the love of her life anymore. Heck, he wasn’t even alive any more. He had to go get himself killed all out of anger after a rather silly argument. She noticed his watch. It looked an expensive Rado – Like the same one Rishi wore. She tried focusing on the details of his looks only to have her head explode with pain. She felt like being pricked at once by a thousand pine needles. She rubbed her head vigorously. Bitter memories of that final argument flooded her head. He wanted to have kids. After 9 years of being married and having decided not to have kids, his sudden want for “that child” was strange. As long as she could remember he hated kids. Thinking of it now, the very phrase he used seemed really strange. “Child”? Weren’t they called babies or kids at this stage. He was a writer, a successful one at that too. His choice of words were always perfect, but when he had repeated that phrase of “wanting to have that child” seemed so uncharacteristic of him. His father had chucked him out of their ancestral house and his business for marrying her. For marrying a woman who was an orphan. An orphan who didn’t want kids and was a painter. Rishi had stood by her like a rock, but that day, when he drove away in anger after the argument, it didn’t feel like he was the same man who stood with her thick and thin. He seemed possessed. She wasn’t convinced of his death as well. Apparently, he had died out of the shock of the crash, rather than by the impact.

The man from the car had stepped down and was inspecting the damage.

“Don’t you have eyes?! Can’t you see that I’m reversing the car?” he shouted at her.

“Lookkkkk misster. I am sorry. I just lost controllll. Send me the bill, I will paayyyy it” she replied, wagging a finger at him.

“Just what I need! Drunk to the brim are we. Look mam, I need this to report this to the cops. Drinking and driving is a serious offence. You just caused and accident. What if this had happened on the road.” he said as he pulled out his phone to call the cops.

“Okay, yes I am drunk. I know it’s an offence to drive at this state, but quit lecturing me okay. What’s your problem when I’m ready to foot your mechanic bill.” she replied this time a bit steadily. The word “cop” had evidently had an effect on her.

“Being arrogant are we. Have it your way. If you step on to the car and drive again for the night, be assured that you would be counting bars within minutes. No. this is not a threat.” he replied.

“Oh then, who is going to drop me home? The car can’t drive itself you know?!” she replied, shivering slightly.

“Ha. You must have thought of this before you drank away that last bottle you know” he replied in a mocking tone.

“Enough. Take my phone, store your contact, give yourself a call from it, call me tomorrow to settle your bill. Thanks grandpa, for your free advice!” she replied coolly before wobbling back to the car.

He pulled her hand before she took one step. “Grandpa my foot! You aren’t driving! Get into my car, I will drop” he said, taking a step closer to her while twisting her arm slightly.  She frowned slightly and gave into to his threat. It didn’t hurt to have a driver drive her home. Her head was killing her.

She went locked her car and got into the front seat of his car and buckled herself. He sighed and followed suit. He moved the car and drove on to the highway.

PS. Last part, coming out tomorrow! See, I keep up promises! You can read Part 1 – Here. 

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#152 : The Child – Short Story – Part 1

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A man clothed in a form fitting suit walked up to the black BMW parked on the rear side of a swanky metallic building. With broad shoulders, and salt n’ pepper hair, he looked like George Clooney’s identical twin He walked and looked like he owned the place. There was a certain swag and arrogance to his demeanor. Of course, he owned the place. The swanky building was the R&D center of the food company he owned. He eased the vehicle out from the parking and sped off, climbing on to the highway. He glanced at the watch – a beautiful black metal Rado gifted by Rini. That watch was a constant reminder of his failure, of his loss. He wanted it to experience that pain. It felt like being stabbed with a sharp knife and twisted many times over. He could have easily junked the watch along with all her other belongings when she died, but he didn’t have the heart to. It was her gift for their first wedding anniversary. She had saved up money from the wedding expenses and had planned buying this watch for him. Afterall, for her, it was worth buying this unique piece of beauty than buying a trousseau worth a couple of lakhs. She loved wearing it as well. He loved it when she paired it with a black Jean, that precious Jimmy Cho boots and the hot pink shirt. He sighed and drove on, remembering tiny details about her. That small mole on her lower jaw, her flowery yet mild perfumer, that apple-mint smell of her after she washed it with her favorite shampoo. He clenched his teeth and tightened his grip on the wheel as he pulled into a brightly lit parking lot of a wedding hall.  Memories of his own wedding flooded him, making his mouth twitch slightly. He stopped the car and shut his eyes before going on to park the car perfectly. She had taught him to Parallel Park perfectly. He hated weddings more since her death, but he didn’t have much of a choice today as it was his business partner and friend, Ravi’s son’s wedding.

He managed to escape finally around mid-night. He felt hot and humid after all that dancing and food. He removed his coat and swung it casually, walking towards his car. He missed her badly today. His mind seemed to be on a rewind mode, playing back to back memories of each and every millisecond he spent with her. He wished they parted on a better note. She had wanted a divorce, just hours before she died. Two weeks into argument about the baby and she wanted to throw away an 8 year old relationship. They had agreed not to have kids. One night she had come back from a party, wanted to have baby. “There was an undying want to have the child” to be precise. That’s the phrase she used. The phrase seemed odd and he couldn’t put his finger on what was wrong with it. Back then, when they fought, it didn’t occur to him that there was something strange about it. Thinking of it today and again and again, there was definitely something absurd with that statement. Rini was a very straight forward person. She spoke her mind and had no qualms doning it. It was uncharacteristic of her to want something this badly in a short time and argue fiercely without a logical backing. Then she went mad, wanted a divorce.  Ultimately, they had a big showdown. She furiously left the house, driving away in her Mini and crashed. She died on the spot due to shock and a trauma to the brain. The accident, the argument, the divorce – all felt very fishy. Something was majorly off shot. The Mini couldn’t have crashed. Or at least that’s what he felt. He shook his head again out of habit. He did that when he was confused or tensed. Aging was inducing paranoia, he reasoned.

He reversed the car patiently and bang! Another black car had sped towards his car and hit from behind!

PS. I have the conclusion already thought out! So I’m hoping to finish the story by day after! Please do leave a comment if you like what you are reading! 

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#151 : A curious case of disappearance

It was a hot humid Sunday morning. The sun was playing hide and seek, but the heat was still there drinking off the strength from people going about, doing their mundane stuff outdoors.

Sunday to me meant, grocery shopping. Given that it was month end it meant provision shopping as well. Me and my husband, we started early and reach out regular shopping haunt, a big commercial store situated in Paadi. We normally split the list to shop and go about shopping so that the whole process does not turn tiresome. This particular shop is famous for cheap prices and ever crowded billing areas. Given that I’m recovering from a bout of pox, it was decided that I would stand with the trolley in tow at spot near the vegetable section.

I found an empty row and parked my trolley behind a small stack of boxes. An employee of the store was stick on price tags to the rusk packets present in the box. He then went on to stack it away on the rows for sale. I pulled out my phone and started to read a book on the kindle app. Minutes passed and the din at the vegetable area grew louder. I decided it was high time I closed the book. I couldn’t concentrate on a book with that swelling crowd. Just as I was about to pocket the phone, I felt my trolley being pushed towards me. The handle hit my mid-riff squarely and I howled in pain. That’s when I noticed that two boys pushing their trolley and trying to get out of their way. They looked like college goers and had an air of  arrogance. They apologized for namesake in that boring tone and pushed the trolley again without giving me time to move. That’s when I totally lost my cool and started blasting them off without warning. They simply threw a dirty bored looked and moved on.

I hadn’t noticed that the guy stacking the packets from the box had moved to the other side to leave way to these arrogant brats. He then consoled me saying that a lot of people are like this and they just get away with a silly apology. He told me about his plight and how often he ends up with a horrible back pain because people simply push the trolley without bothering to ask him move causing injury. They simply get away with a sorry because they are customers he reasoned.

For the next hour, until my husband returned, I counted no less than 19 instances where people didn’t bother to ask him to move. To them, he never existed. When he squeaked in pain of being hit, they apologized meekly and continued on without checking if he was okay.

He was invisible to them because he was an employee and they were the customer. Does it matter if some silly employee is injured? Does it matter if he is a human it too? Apparently it doesn’t. The most shocking observation was that all the 19 people who injured him dressed smartly, which may or may not imply that they are educated.

Evidently then, education has nothing to do with humanity. Isn’t that the whole point of having a moral science class or an ethics class? In fact, isn’t respecting humanity, the whole point of education. He is there working to ensure that his family is looked after, just like any other person. Then why the discrimination? At that moment, in that place, it felt like humanity had disappeared all together. What was curious was that, all those year of education seemed to have had no effect on intelligence. Aren’t all jobs the same? The compensation sure would different, but at the end of the aren’t we all employed people being paid for what we do?

The counter argument that it was foolish of him to work on the floor during peak hour is quite invalid in this context. He is a human. Would we treat our kith and kin if they were there in his place? He might have had his reasons, but that doesn’t warrant us to not treat a fellow human being like one. The plight of people employed in these so called super stores have already been brought to light by the Tamil movie ‘Angadi Theru’. The movie garnered rave reviews. However, that evidently hasn’t translated to compassion in real life.

Compassion & humanity = disappeared

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#150 : For The Love Of Reading

 

Before you go on to read this write up, to  understand the extent of the madness I subject to my tiny brain, please read these three blog posts – Of “Brutally Honest” Reviews , A letter to the nosy stranger &  An open letter to arm-chair critics.

I’ve ranted enough about the perils of being a book blogger. Upon reading the rant (mentioned above), my “well wishers” indirectly suggested that I give up reviewing. Apparently, I wasn’t the brightest bulb in the box. My reviews were in first person and that was no proper way to write a review. I didn’t use fancy words or elaborately constructed phrases to describe various aspects of the book. To top it all, I didn’t have an overflowing friend list on Facebook or a insane number of followers on Instagram. Did it all matter? Not one bit really. These criticisms never affected me for a while, but how long could one take it all. No, I’ve not wilted under the pressure of criticism.

I’ve finally taken an informed decision to quit reviewing upon requests/blog tours. There will be no more blog posts from my book blog – bookandink.weebly.com. I just posted the last review which ironically is a translated work from my native language – Tamil. I suppose it is a sign that I ought to start reading books in Tamil.

This journey of writing about books has been very interesting. I’ve met some very interesting and warm people. I want to thank all people who have supported me and put up with my late posts. I know I’m not the perfect example of sticking to the time line when it comes to reviewing. Trust me, I’m the exact opposite when it comes to other real life mundane things.

I would like to apologize to all writer’s whose books I’ve accepted and haven’t reviewed it yet. I’m extremely sorry. I cannot really promise to finish reading it, but if I do, trust me to leave at least a line about it on Goodreads or Amazon.

I ought to thank my mum who inculcated the habit of reading/writing. Mum, you have no idea how much this habit has helped me shape up as a person. Dad, words fail me when I need them the most. I can’t possibly express how thankful I am for raising me to be who I am. Vignesh, I’m sorry. I know you would be disappointed by this decision of mine, but I think it’s high time I hung the boots formally. I’ve not given up reading. I’ve just given up on reviewing.

Dhivya, this post would be incomplete without a mention of you. Thank you. You have no clue how much of an influence you were on me.

‘Why now’ would probably be the question of the hour. I re-iterate. Please read the three posts mentioned in the beginning of this blog. Imagine that rant multiplied by 100, I’ve reached the saturation point. To add it all, my day job has turned very demanding. Balancing it all right now with the state of my mind right now is difficult.

Thank you!

PS. Blimey! 150 posts already? I hope to keep this blog active. I hope to write more. Hope is all I have.