BlogchatterA2Z
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The first time Harish noticed the man, he was running from one side of the hotel lobby to the other, carrying two identical pieces of towels, which according to his very exacting guest were actually lilac and lavender and so, vastly different.
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I’m standing naked in front of my full-length mirror. The door is locked behind me. But my eyes are not on my body. Instead, they are looking at the open curtain of my French windows. My body’s primaeval reaction to that open curtain is to run and close it so no one can peek inside…
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Hello! I’m back. Or rather I should say #BlogchatterA2Z is back. This is my seventh year participating in the challenge and yes a total boast, I have completed all six attempts. It’s usually because I plan the fuck out of the AtoZ challenge to make sure I finish it and I read as many posts…
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Since my friends and I have crossed our 30s, it’s like our eyes have opened and we are seeing the world a little more clearly. It’s like for the first 20 years, we were sponges and now, we’re going through all that we have accumulated only to find very little of it is useful.
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I love how the AtoZ forces me to go through a dictionary for fun; and the many words that the most difficult to choose for alphabets i.e. X, Y and Z actually have. I chose yellow for this post because of the Coldplay song and the way the lyrics so beautifully capture my love for…
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I think one of my favouritest rules of writing – which has made the most sense to me – is show don’t tell. It took me the longest time to figure out what it meant though. It is the difference between saying He was scared and His throat was parched, his armpits were soaked in…
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The first time it occurred to me that I had a “unique” writing style was when someone reviewing my ebook called it “peculiar.” It didn’t sound too bad so I forgot about it. Which basically means I whined about it to a friend because I was too afraid to ask the reviewer for an explanation.
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