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              A Murder 

She was smiling like a crazed psychopath. 
She glanced at her sharp blade and a gun. 
No one could escape from a woman's wrath. 
Who thought that murder could be fun?

She sipped slowly, relishing every drop of her coffee. 
She thought he had to pay a heavy price. 
He had her begging for mercy. 
He was arrogant, misogynistic, and not very nice. 

Years of tolerance had broken away, 
Forcing her to give up her submissive attitude. 
This man was no longer welcome to stay. 
He lacked empathy, kindness, and gratitude. 

She thought of her plan to make him pay. 
And make him plead for his life. 
And make him wish he was gay. 
He didn't deserve a loving wife. 

She thought, "'I am going to bash him on his head.
To see his scattered brain. 
And hit him until he is dead. 
He won't trouble me ever again."

Now, you are getting creeped out. 
But you don't have to worry. 
This is a plot of a novel, don't shout. 
A mystery writer is penning her story. 

A stray dog dug a hole in her backyard. 
And the peeping neighbor let out a scream. 
The writer came out carrying a piece of glass shard. 
She eyed the skeleton and the neighbor with a wicked gleam.

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Hi Friends,

A very good morning to all of you. ‘I hope you are enjoying your Sunday. To make this day special, I am inviting all of you to enjoy these visual treats.


Gujarati Khichdi, a special Indian dish, made of lentils and rice.

Another Indian dish from Manipur, Bamboo Salad.

Dal Makhani is a Punjabi dish from India. It uses urad dal (black beans) and other pulses  and is a relatively modern take on classic lentil  recipes. It also contains butter and cream  (makhan is Hindi for butter). This is an accompaniment to Rotis. ( Indian Flatbread).

Thukpa is a Tibetan Noodle Soup ( Wikipedia)

Pad Thai is a dish from Thailand made of soaked dried rice noodles with the flavor of tamarind pulp, fish sauce , dried shrimp , garlic or shallots , red chili pepper and palm sugar. It’s presented with lime wedges and chopped roasted peanuts. ( http://www.tikithaimaui.com).

Yummy Eclairs! Delicious French dish.

Kerala ( India)’s appam is like dosa but served with sweet coconut milk.

Vegetable Biryani. Indian Fried Rice mixed with vegetables.

A spicy gravy made of lentils and radish in Rajasthan ( India).

Another delectable dish from Thailand

Enjoy Mushroom soup and Soybean curry.

Gingerbread Hot Chocolate ( Pinterest)


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Hindi literature is incomplete without mentioning Suryakant Tripathi ‘Nirala’. He was an excellent poet, novelist, essayist and story-writer, who mainly published his works in Hindi.He belonged to the Chayavad ( Romantic) movement in Hindi literature.Besides, being a writer, he was also an artist with many contemporary sketches to his credit.

Suryakant Tripathi ‘Nirala’ was born on 21 February 1897 at Midnapore, Bengal Presidency, British India. Pandit Ramsahaya Tripathi, Nirala’s despotic father, was a government employee. When he was a child, his mother passed away. Nirala attended Mahishadal Raj High School in Mahishadal, Purba Medinipur, where he received her education in Bengali. Later, he relocated to Lucknow before going to the village of Gadhakola in the Unnao district, which is where his father was born. He was inspired by people like Ramakrishna Paramhansa, Swami Vivekananda, and Rabindranath Tagore as a young man.

Nirala got married at the age of 20. His wife, Manohara Devi, inspired him to learn Hindi. As a result, he started composing poems in Hindi instead of Bengali. Nirala’s childhood was miserable but spent a few good years in his married life. Disaster struck his family in the form of Spanish flu influenza outbreak in 1918 when he lost his wife and widowed daughter.

His lifestyle for the majority of his life was  largely bohemian. He was vehemently  opposed to social injustice and exploitation which he exposed through his writing.Acceptance was difficult because he was  essentially a renegade in both form and content. He received lots of contempt and  mockery. He may have developed schizophrenia  later  in life as a result of all of this, and he was  subsequently admitted to Ranchi’s Central  Institute of Psychiatry.

He left behind a great legacy of treasured works of Hindi literature as he passed away on 15 October 1961 (aged 64) at Allahabad (now Prayagraj) Uttar Pradesh, India.

His noteworthy works:


Ram Ki Shakti Puja (राम की शक्ति पूजा)

Dhwani (ध्वनि)

Apara (अपरा)

Saroj Smriti (सरोज स्मृति)

Parimal (परिमल)

Priyatam (प्रियतम)

Anaamika (अनामिका, 1938)

Geetika (गीतिका)

Kukurmutta (कुकुरमुत्ता, 1941)

Adima (अणिमा)

Bela (बेला)

Naye Patte (नये पत्ते)

Archana (अर्चना)

Geet Gunj (गीतगुंज)

Aradhana (आराधना)

Tulsidas (तुलसीदास, 1938)

Janmabhumi (जन्मभूमि)

Jago Phir Ek Bar (जागो फिर एक बार)

Bhikshuk (भिक्षुक)

Todti Patthar (तोड़ती पत्थर)

Suryakant Tripathi Nirala Poem.

( Poetry and translation :



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Gustave Flaubert was a French Novelist who introduced the concept of Literary Realism in France and the rest of the world. Literary Realism refers to the reflection of subject matter accurately while avoiding speculative fiction and magical aspects. It is a subset of the larger realism in the arts movement.

Gustave Flaubert was born on 12 December 1821 at Rouen, Normandy, Kingdom of France. His parents were Anne Justine Caroline (née Fleuriot; 1793–1872) and Achille-Cléophas Flaubert (1784–1846), director and senior surgeon of the major hospital in Rouen. His passion for writing began as early as the age of eight as per the information revealed by some sources.

He received his formal education at Lycée Pierre-Corneille, Rouen until 1940 and moved to Paris to study law. He was a disinterested student in Paris and thought the place was unpleasant. He met a few people, Victor Hugo among them. He travelled to Corsica and the Pyrenees toward the end of 1840. After experiencing an epileptic seizure in 1846, he fled Paris and gave up on his legal studies.

Flaubert was romantically involved with Louise Colet from 1846 to 1854. His letters to her during the said period are still there to confirm the relationship. He moved back to Croisset, close to Rouen and the Seine, after leaving Paris, where he spent the rest of his life. He did, however, occasionally travel to England and Paris, where it appears that he had a mistress.

He never married or had children. However, he had an active sexual life with both male and female prostitutes. His biographer Émile Faguet states that Colet was his only true love. He shared a warm relationship with his niece, Caroline Commanville and George Sand with whom he also exchanged correspondence. His circle of friends included Émile Zola, Alphonse Daudet, Ivan Turgenev, and Edmond and Jules de Goncourt.

Flaubert went through a difficult year in 1870s.His mother passed away in 1872, and throughout the War of 1870, Prussian  soldiers were living in his home. He ran into financial problems after her passing as a  result of his niece’s husband’s economic  difficulties. For the majority of his life,  Flaubert battled venereal illnesses. His health continued to deteriorate. He passed away on 8 May 1880 (aged 58) at Croisset (Canteleu), Rouen, French Third Republic, due to cerebral hemorrhage.

His most popular works include :


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Hi Friends,

Due to a busy schedule, I was unable to post my second short story of the day ‘The scientist who turned into a monster.’ But I would like to share some interesting dreams of mine that are more or less similar to crime thrillers:

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Once I dreamed that I was watching a TV show and the program is interrupted by a special news bulletin : A serial killer had escaped from the prison. He was an expert in disguise. And then the show resumed. My friend, Anamika, came to visit me and asked me to accompany her for shopping. But the twist in the take is when we took a wrong route and she gave me a wicked grin. She took out a sharp knife and plunged it into my stomach. After this nightmare, I couldn’t sleep properly for four days.

Then, in another dream, I saw a big sack kept outside my ancestral property moving on its own. ‘I untied the string only to find a ferocious tiger leaping on me for a meal.

But these are nothing compared to the real scary one. Though it wasn’t a real horror, I found myself sick and being hospitalized where doctor told me that I cancer in its final stage. I saw myself dying a couple of times in my dream.

‘I saw my evil twin creating chaos around the society and let a poisonous snake inside to kill me.

Most of the dreams sound like the stories I have written, right? But I do admit ‘I also get inspired by nightmares to come up with new story ideas.

Now for the good ones:

I won the first prize in a contest which was the world tour on a cruise. ‘I was about to board the ship when my stupid eyes chose to open.

This dream is very close to my heart because ‘I saw my beloved deceased Granny hugging and kissing me. My dad who passed away on 27th January 1998, coming back with the same innocent smile and telling me that he was always with us and never left this world at all.


I would like to know about your dreams as well.

Do let me know in the comments.

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When Neeraj woke up the next morning, he felt discombobulated. He wasn’t sure whether he had actually met his father or it was a dream; a bad dream. His gut instinct, however, told him to trust his father and be alert always. Even though he had high regards for Inspector Subhash, he decided to listen to his father. He got ready, as usual, to go to school.

After a quick breakfast, he grabbed his school bag, kissed his mom and dashed downstairs to grab his bike. No sooner did he cross the gate, than he noticed Inspector Subhash sipping hot tea from the tea stall across the street. “It’s strange,” he thought, ” Inspector Subhash convinced me that we were safe and called off the security. But, what’s he doing here? Should I greet him or go to school or follow him?” Inspector Subhash was having a pleasant chat with some people near the tea stall. He didn’t see Neeraj observing him. The latter thought it was better to follow him without his knowledge rather than attending school for the day.

He pretended to move on and turned his bicycle to the adjacent road and come back to the same spot. When he returned, he noticed that the Inspector had finished paying for the tea and was about to start his bike. Neeraj remained unobtrusive and tried to cast a casual glance around. He was actually thrilled to do some spying work which he had read only in books. He felt like James Bond with a missing gun. Inspector Subhash left the area with Neeraj leaving enough gap to avoid being detected. He regretted his foolish decision because a bicycle was no match for a bike. He was actually panting and gasping for breath. The inspector led him on a fool’s errand by taking narrow lanes and coming back to the main road. “What the hell is he doing?” grumbled Neeraj. He stopped his bicycle for a moment only to wipe the sweat of his forehead with his handkerchief. This fraction of a second caused his quarry to surge ahead and disappear.

Neeraj was frustrated. He slapped his forehead with his palm and complained, ” Where did he go?” Suddenly, a hand tapped gently on his shoulders and Neeraj jumped in fright. When he turned, he was shocked to find Inspector Subhash smiling at him. ” Were you searching for me, Neeraj? Is there any problem that you followed me all the way for the past half an hour? I see. You have even skipped your school today.” Neeraj looked sheepish and was silent due to loss of words and more so, because he had been discovered. He couldn’t admit spying on him just because his dead father’s soul warned him to be careful around. “Well, ” The inspector tapped his foot and raising his eyebrow, ” You owe me an explanation, child. Are you thinking of a suitable lie to justify your actions? Because if I caught you lying, you would see a different Inspector.”

Neeraj gulped and then slowly answered, ” Sorry, Inspector. I should not have followed you. Last night, I read a detective novel and was so impressed that I wanted to experience following someone. In fact, when you saved my mom from the clutches of the kidnappers, I made up my mind to become an Inspector like you and catch the culprits to put them behind bars. You are so brave and intelligent, Sir. Would you kindly help me and teach me some tricks for becoming a detective?” Inspector Subhash appeared to be relaxed and grinned, “Well. I am very much flattered with your words of appreciation. But I don’t approve the manner of your seeking help. Anyway, I don’t mind because I too skipped my school for a day to watch a cricket match between India and Australia in Wankhede Stadium. I want you to promise me that you won’t venture out in such a dangerous task. I won’t tell your mother this time. You must be tired after that exhausting bicycle ride. There’s an ice cream parlor around the corner. Let’s chat over ice creams, alright? ” Neeraj couldn’t believe his luck. He thought Inspector Subhash would either slap him or arrest him and send him to a juvenile detention center. He smiled back and said, ” Gee, thanks. I learned a lesson today. There’s more to following a person than what I read in detective novels. This adventure was enough for me, I promise.” The inspector and Neeraj had an interesting conversation where Inspector Subhash taught him a few tips and also invited him home to show the spying gadgets that he had recently acquired.

Inspector Subhash said, ” You now have a whole day at your disposal. You can’t go back home for your mother will be suspicious. I will drop you at your school with a letter seeking permission for coming late. There’s no need to waste a productive day.” He always kept a notepad with him and wrote and signed the letter. The Inspector followed him to his school and spoke to the class teacher, handing over the note. She allowed him to attend the rest of the classes.

Neeraj wanted to yell at his father for misleading him and filling his head with wrong ideas when there was no problem at all. Inspector Subhash was a kind man and came to his rescue. He didn’t scold him. Neeraj snapped out of his reverie and paid attention to the Biology Teacher.

Meanwhile, Archana Khandve, Amit’s ex-wife, called upon Radhika. The latter was delighted to see her and hugged her. Archana said,” I am so sorry over what happened to you. I think this city is getting too dangerous for you. If you ask me, you should be in the witness protection program. It’s not your fault that you got involved with someone like Amit.” Radhika sipped her tea and nodded. She said, “It’s very kind of you to say so. But everyone I meet these days, seems to have two faces. The fake, good side to gain the trust of people and the real, hideous one to destroy your life and gloat about the fake victory. You never know, whom to trust.”

Archana almost choked on her tea. Radhika felt alarmed on seeing her reaction to a simple statement. She got up and went to the kitchen while Archana received a call. She grinned at the mysterious caller and said, “That idiot is still unaware of the danger lurking around her and her son. Yes, I have done exactly what you asked me to. At first, I thought she had caught on to us. I can’t wait to see her dead body floating in the lake or pond. And I want to reunite the son with his dead father.” Archana ended the call and turned around to find the shock of her life. She started sweating profusely, as it was not Radhika. Radhika was unconscious in the kitchen.

Archana screamed, ” No….. You can’t be here. You aren’t supposed to be here. The boss ordered you not to show up for some time until Amit’s death case turns cold.” The stranger gave an evil grin, pulling out a sharp shining blade.

Watch out for the next episode of The Special Notebook as the story takes another thrilling turn. Will Archana survive or die? Who’s the stranger? How did he get in?


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Hi Friends,

Today I would like to share a musical tribute to the soldiers defending our nation. This song was sung by the legendary late Lata Mangeshkar while Late Lyricist Pradeep wrote the lyrics with music by C. Ramchandra. It was written during the 1962 Indo-China war. When the former Prime Minister, Pandit Jawaharlal Nehru heard this song, he was moved to tears.

The translation is :

O my dear fellow citizens of the country!

Fill your eyes with tears.

Remember the sacrifice of the martyrs.

You should not forget them. Hence I am telling you this story.

Remember the sacrifice of the martyrs.

Stanza 1

When the Mighty Himalayas was wounded, and our freedom was in great danger.

They ( the soldiers) fought until their last breath and finally laid down their corpses.

They were dignified soldiers with great self-respect.

Remember the sacrifice of the martyrs.

Stanza 2

Some (Soldiers) were Sikh, Some Jats, Marathas

Some Gurkha, Some Madrasi ( belonging to South India).

Every brave soldier who lost his life was a true citizen of India.

The blood spilled on the mountains was the Indian blood.

Remember the sacrifice of the martyrs.


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Book review

Goodbye Linden Square by Anne Shillolo is a superb, fascinating, fast moving crime thriller. Anne Shillolo happens to be one of my most favorite authors because I love her compelling, exciting story narration. DC Holly Towns is an awesome lady cop who has excellent sleuthing skills. Her intuition rarely goes wrong and her relationship with Detective Danny Cavallo is very interesting. ‘I enjoy reading their friendly banter and occasional arguments.

Wow! Right from Page one, I was completely hooked. My daughter and husband had to force me to get up and cook. 😂😂😂😂. Anne, you are awesome and only you can come up with these kinds of fascinating thrillers.

There’s been a storm at Port Alma ( a town in Canada) resulting in complete blackout with trees and power lines uprooted. DC Holly Towns and Detective Cavallo are in their CIU ( Crime Investigations Unit) discussing whether their assistance is required. Holly receives a text message from her good friend, Gracie Winston, informing her about the mysterious death of Sherisse Coyne at her residence, 99 Linden Square. Her boss, Sergeant Sheila Urban also receives a call reporting the same death.
DC Holly Towns and Detective Danny Cavallo are asked to report to the crime scene. The Forensic Expert, Dr. Alice Santos, and Abby Freeman, Forensic Technician are called to examine the body. The Forensic Team reports a foul play. Sherisse’s dead body was discovered one of her close friends, Shirley Egan. Her corpse is found at the bottom of the stairs to make it look like an accidental fall. Gracie Winston and her friends, Shirl Spenser, Geraldine Quinn and Shirley Egan give their statements.

However, there’s more to come. Holly and Danny stumble upon another dead body under an uprooted tree. What makes this case extremely baffling is how the murderer made his way into Sherisse’s house and killed her. Someone knew the security code and so the alarm was disabled. The police are puzzled to find that no valuables are stolen until they discover a grand theft of something unique. What was stolen and why?

During the course of investigation, Holly comes to know that her old nemesis, Donovan Hatch, is conducting a local event and is shocked to find Delaney warning her to pay attention. Then there’s a sniper attack on Donovan. Holly’s shocked to find the sniper moving away from the tower at 99, Linden Square. Wow! Are these incidents interrelated? What about the old dead body discovered in Sherisse’s garden? Who was it? Is someone avenging the death of the corpse in the past?

This is one of the most exciting books I have ever read. I am grateful to Ms. Anne Shillolo for giving me this mind blowing thriller as an advance review copy. Do not miss to buy this book on Amazon on January 27th, 2023. Highly recommended for reading.


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I salute you, Mother India, on Your 74th Republic Day. 
To all the countries of the world, You showed how democracy works all the way. 
I salute you, Mother India, for being an epitome of love and peace. 
This is my pious Motherland where miracles never cease. 

I salute you, Mother India, for being the legendary freedom fighters' birthplace. 
Lord Rama, Lord Krishna, and Gautam Buddha blessed You with their Divine Grace. 
I salute you, Mother India, for having survived the toughest period of Slavery. 
Every soil particle of all the Indian states tells the stories of exemplary bravery. 

Rani Laxmibai, Velu Nachiyar, Sarojini Naidu, Kamaladevi Chattopadhyay, were some of the bravest women. 
To have fought against the British regime at par with men. 
Gandhiji, Nehruji, Sardaar Vallabhbhai Patel, Netaji Subhash Chandra Bose and Lala Lajpat Rai. 
Bhagat Singh, Rajguru, Sukhdev, Chandrashekhar Azaad were not afraid to die. 

Their supreme sacrifices forced the dictators to flee. 
And this is how Mother India became free. 
Dr. B R Ambedkar was the father of Indian Constitution. 
And on 26th January 1950, it came into implementation. 

Dr. APJ Abdul Kalam, Shri Narendra Modi, Shri Atal Bihari Vajpayee have made India proud. 
With their exemplary leadership, great vision and foresight made India stand out from the crowd. 
Hats off to our brave soldiers for defending our nation. 
I wish everyone on the occasion of Republic Day celebration.
Instead of fighting each other in the name of religions. 
Let's join hands together and proudly say we are Indians. 

Jai Hind! Bharat Mata ki Jai. Glory be to Mother India. 


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Hi Friends,

These are some more astonishing facts for you. ‘I was so fascinated that I decided to share them with you all. Hope you like them.


Out of these facts, I find the one about human immortality a bit difficult to believe. Nevertheless, the concept is both intriguing as well as dangerous. What about you? Do let me know in the comments.


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