5 Ways Rentomojo Helps You Buy Smartly- RentToOwn

5 Ways Rentomojo Helps You Buy Smartly- RentToOwn

“I’m a man of simple tastes. I’m always satisfied with the best.”― Oscar Wilde Today, everything is fast-paced – life and lifestyle. Most of us today are like Oscar Wilde. We want the best, and also it needs to be affordable. With the changing trends...
When I Sat Down To Write

When I Sat Down To Write

Happy 2018 eveyone! I have been away for too long. But here I am kinda summing up with this poem, why I was away and how I won’t be any longer. 😉   When I sat down to write, the sun was full and shining bright. I typed away a few words, unnecessary thoughts tore...
A Letter, Dear Women

A Letter, Dear Women

Dear amazing women, here is my humble opinion. We are all beautiful and strong, But we got each other wrong. Pretended and lived like we don’t belong, We may not by blood, But, don’t we by heart? We pulled each other down, by saying things bad about the...
What Christmas means to me..

What Christmas means to me..

I am thankful to Sreedeep Chennamangalam for passing on the baton of spreading Christmas joy and spirit. It is here through words that I unwrap Christmas on my blog for you. What Christmas means to me you ask, guessing is no hard task! I evaluate the days that went...
Book Review: Borderline By Shabri Prasad Singh

Book Review: Borderline By Shabri Prasad Singh

Author: Shabri Prasad Singh ISBN:978-93-86643-06-3 Price: Rs 399 No. of Pages: 237 Publisher: Bloomsbury Prime About The Author: Shabri Prasad Singh is a philosopher by heart. She was raised in cities like London and New Delhi and studied in New York. She is into the...
All Endings Are Beginnings

All Endings Are Beginnings

All endings are also beginnings. We just don’t know it at the time. – Mitch Albom, The Five People You Meet In Heaven Most of us are afraid of change, to me, it is scary. This is after telling myself multiple times that change is good, challenging and one of best ways...
A letter to my 16-year-old self

A letter to my 16-year-old self

I pen this letter to my 16-year-old naive self, who wanted to skip all those years and grow up quickly and become independent as soon as possible. I thought a poem could sum what my heart wanted to say the best. My dear 16-year-old self, Never forget to love yourself....
If We Were Having Coffee

If We Were Having Coffee

If we’re having coffee, I would first ask you if you would like some hot tea instead, if no then I would sit down in the cosy corner with you, with two mugs of hot filter coffee and some cookies. I would ask you how you were and apologize for being MIA. Listen...
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