Priyaa Scribbles Here... :)

These days I am doing nothing. I have practically done nothing in last eight months actually. I started this blog thinking I would be able to put my thoughts into words but that is not happening. There is so much, so much that keeps going in my head but nothing comes when I sit to write. Once somebody had told me that I needed to channelise my energies. Oh no! I didn't go to any yoga master or sought a spiritual guru for that matter, It was just a friend. In fact not a friend. she is elder to me by some 10 years and I had asked her for some advice regarding career. Actually she is also a teacher and had taught me for some two months during second year of my graduation. No, I am not going through any trauma or depression. So don't get me wrong when I say that there is so much going on in my head. Its just normal stuff. Normal things which I would like to write here in form of posts. Small little happenings which I like to share, not to mention sm...

Most of us have read the short story,  ‘Tobermory’  by British author, Hector Hugh Munro (Saki) . As part of a small creative writing course that I had taken, we were asked to pen down a 600-word first person narrative by any character of the story ‘Tobermory’. I have chosen to be a guest at the party. I am standing at the Basement hall of Green Lounge party hall where Lady Blemely has thrown her party. The party is boring, most of the guests are old, food is okay and there is absolutely nothing that allures me to stay. In short, I am leaving. Although Mr. Appin has made all attempts to make this party interesting by announcing that he can make animals talk and his first pupil is none other than Lady Blemely’s own pet, Tobermory, but who doesn’t know him and his poor gimmicks. So I make my way to exit but I hear a female voice calling me from behind. “Hey handsome! Leaving so early?” I am astonished at this sensuous voice as up till now, I didn’t encounter any you...