The thing I loved the most is the strong portrayal that Trevor carries out throughout the book about his mother – a headstrong woman, a rebel, an optimist and an ardent Christian.
Book Recommendation: Born A Crime – Trevor Noah
Buying My First CAR!
A friend once told me that a car should give you the cockpit feels! Though I waited for almost 3 years to buy my first car, I am glad that instead of going for the easy options, I dared to get myself one that makes me fall in love with driving - every single time I put myself in the driver's seat!
The Humble Origins of the International LOGO Day!
I had nowhere to go with this problem of mine. There are paid websites where you can create a logo but I wanted something that resonated with my personality. When you want something that particular, catalogues don’t help.
The Perfect Moment
She looked away as she passed him by And gazed the distant city heights, She knew that love was a perpetual lie, But his eyes... his eyes... Urged her to give it a try...
The Holi Happiness
She’d finally retrieved parts of her face back. The remaining still tainted deep red – the “Holi” remnants! Soon she was to post the day’s pictures proclaiming it to be one of the best Holis ever! But from her balcony she saw that one home had no signs of any colour droppings around it.
The Lost Generation
She talks about the dying professions that are now mostly redundant, given the lifestyle advancements we have all made. Now culturally exhausted, having lived out their natural lives, these professions have become an anachronism.
Finding Her Home
Slowly it all dawned upon her. She realized that all this while she was living someone else’s dream. And that was precisely the reason why she cringed at the office parties, loathed the crowds, felt that spiritual void.
Book Recommendation: What It Is Like To Go To War – Karl Marlantes
The book deals with war, the people who fight it, and the PTSD that follows. It’s hence definitely not an easy read, nevertheless, a must-read not only for policymakers, war proponents and military personnel but also for the usual civilians.
All by Herself
I remember standing like a lost puppy. I was hungry, I wasn’t dressed up to the mark, my hair frizzy and untamed, not a spot of make-up on my face, a rucksack that was taking a toll on my shoulders and a heart that was beating hard, cracking up the walls of my self-confidence.
