Wandering Lust!

I lust for your warm strokes,
I still wait for those musical words, rhyming into my dreamy mind,
I miss your sharp, piercing gaze
Charming my mind, penetrating into my soul, stretching my fantasies far and wide

It’s strange you ensnare me still and my heart no longer feels home in my chest; longs for your soul, whom I’ve barely known.

This is Julia, a black-haired, deep-eyed woman, journeying through a home-spun, seemingly simple life. Caught up in the web of relations. A doting mom. A secret affair- the spark that pushes her beyond her limits, to the extremes. Survival became her only choice.

‘Like a Whirlwind- The Secret Affair’- this is my first new novel, releasing soon. Follow me here to know when and grab your first copy.


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*Character and events narrated in this story are purely fictitious. Any resemblance to real person or event is entirely coincidental.


That’s awesome! I’m 32, turned 18 again

Did you ever imagine to go back in time? From being old to turning young again. Yes. It just happened to me. I jumped back into my college times today. Turned 18 again from 32.

Hey wait! What’re you thinking? Time machine. Yes. I popped into ‘time machine’ and turned 18 again. I’ll start my university days again. Sometimes ‘times’ take you back to your wonder years. The younger years. Norway did this to me again!

This was next breakthrough in my journey as an expat. I’ll soon start my Norwegian language classes again. It feels like starting life all over again. Mixed feelings! I’m speechless. Starting life again at 32? Quite difficult, a challenge.

Hey! Wait. But I see something different. A flip side of the coin. I’m 18 again. This is amusing. Isn’t it.

I saw this on my way… a path of yellow flowers…


The yellow flowers alongside my path looked beautiful. I realised it’s a new journey, in the whole new world, with new faces and fresh experiences. I felt younger again. I felt as if I’m rolling back in time.

‘Time’ whispered in my ears again: “I’m not measured by clocks, but by moments.” So, dear time, I thought to enjoy you, and not waste you.

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The Best Mum’s Award Goes to YOU :-)

Yes, you deserve it. I nominate you for the most loving and beautiful mom in this world. A prettiest mother, doing a great job, and so loving and caring. Sometimes, you just need to hear it!

A mom is perhaps the most amazingly peculiar creature on earth. She blindly believes in us. She always stands by us even in the most turbulent times. She doesn’t sleep but like to watch us sleeping like a baby, always. She needs no words to understand us. She devotes her life so much to us that she can forget the world around her.

That’s a true hero. A true mom, and this mom is alive in all of us.
Happy mother’s day to all ‘lovely moms’ out there.