The Fun Questions Tag.

When is your birthday? Speaking of birthdays, Nostradamus said- “As surely as you pass the day of your birth every year, you pass the day of your death.” Interesting right? What are 3 of your favourite colours? Black, blue, and deep purple. What are your 3 favourite quotes? “No good deed goes unpunished.”- Vishnu Sharma….

tsundoku: The Paper Magician Book Review

The Paper Magician is, at first glance, a quirky mix of magic and romance. An overachieving student on a scholarship from a mysterious donor, with parents struggling to make ends meet, winds up as an apprentice to an eccentric magician, suddenly finds herself in an unfamiliar environment, and through constant companionship falls helplessly in love…

hiraeth: Words.

Guns and bullets And spilling blood on The bare earth Does not change the world Nor proves anyone’s Worth beyond the Ordinary human It is words that Float off the page and Stain the mind To change the world Inspire revolutions Ignite the light in the Extraordinary human. (P.S- This poem features artwork from me….

mistpouffer: Beatles = One Direction?

Love, love me do You know I love you I’ll always be true So please, love me do Whoa, love me do. (which essentially makes up four stanzas of a five-stanza song) Love Me Do was one of the Beatles’ first big hits when they ‘invaded’ North America. This song is way too familiar to…

hiraeth: Outside.

The monster hides, he hides in plain sight He is ready, so ready to engulf the light He is here, here to catch you unawares And his hands so cold, so cold it’s unreal.   The monster, the monster in your room The window, the window, open it soon Soon enough, enough to let him…

ephemeral: The Colours of an Indian Kitchen.

The yellow turmeric and the lemon and the lentils. The green coriander and the mint and the curry leaves and the chilies. The red spice and the chilies. The brown ginger and the tamarind. The white garlic and the salt. The black mustard seeds. The colours of an Indian kitchen. They all look, smell, taste, sound, and feel different. But the Indian kitchen always is the same…

hiraeth: Footprints.

In a way there’s something different A painting hangs just the same on The wall that holds its breath and yet It seems that the light now plays another Symphony on the colours of the dawn. This was never about the way that The colours begin and end, but rather Of the in-betweens and the…

Questions #1: How does fate work?

Is it that every little choice we make is pre-determined? Or is that no matter what choices we make, we reach the same end? Comment below 🙂