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Imagination is the fire of life…

Biblia Koshodou No Jiken Techou

Biblia Koshodou No Jiken Techou A Light Novel – Manga & Series Review

Biblia Koshodou No Jiken Techou. Manga.

Written by Mikami En and illustrated by Nakano Biblia Koshodou No Jiken Techou begins like most case files do, with a guy looking at a girl. When Goura Daisuke’s grandmother passes away he and his mother decide to sell the book collection to a second-hand bookshop. One book in particular was gifted to her, autographed by the author. Daisuke looks for a shop and comes to a local second-hand book shop for evaluation of the books. According to the manga a beautiful woman named Shinokawa Shioriko a woman with long hair, cute spectacle eyes, surprising shy and an other worldly penchant for books takes care of the bookstore but in the series the looks are changed. Gouriki Ayame who plays Shirokawa Shioriko adapts a different look – cute pixie cut and isn’t four eyed.

Biblia koshodou no Jiken. Light Novel. Series.

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Quote life

Quote Life. Don’t Just Do Something. Sit There!

I rarely come across people who do not like quotes and for those that don’t like it, I wonder how they must feel when they find their social media feeds full of them. To be able to quote life in a few words is a major accomplishment in my opinion. To be able to say something which becomes a “quote”. WOW.

Quote word gains it origin somewhere around 16th century. Almost 5 centuries ago. What began as citation of texts or personal remarks slowly took form of fashion and the words began to spread in letters, notes, plays, ads, word-of-mouth etc. Slowly the medieval word kinda took over the world until making reference to others or citing a text or a person became a worldwide phenomenon by the 20th century.

Scroll down your feed on any social media and you will notice minimum ten quotes, yes even in blogging. I have an old notebook from my school times. It’s full of quotes and there are so many different types of marking. For example, three stars against an important quote, two against another, you get the idea. I recently read many posts containing quotes and loved so many of them. So I thought I’ll dedicate a post to quotes.

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I Write. Because You Exist.

I Write. Because You Exist.

Someone must have said this before. Someone must have felt this before. Someone must have written this before. But no matter; I will say it again, I will write it again. I write, because you exist.

You. Yes, You – you changed my world by becoming a part of it. One day, like the unexpected breezy rain, you gushed into my life on the wings of the wind. You shook me gently and woke me from a slumber I didn’t realize I was in. You filled the empty spaces in my heart like pure rain water smoothly runs into the cracks of the river banks and fill up the reservoir for the coming summers. Yet, in the summers you stayed, like a giant oak tree shelters many, you sheltered my lost belief.

Is this love? I kept asking. I told you, “I love you.”

I was frustrated that you never spoke of the love you felt for me. Oh no! I only read it in your actions that spoke to my aching soul. Truth smiled upon me, the beauty of your tranquil love; revived the words in me. Such stupidity you had to endure yet you stayed.

I wrote in vain, I wrote for what it seemed like a century. Maybe, just needed a soul to recognize the tiny voice within me. I turned on the lights to look for something & I found you staring back to me. A wandering soul, I was. You gave me a home. You became part of my adventures. I can still not wrap my mind around how you and I became us.

You saved my words and you nurtured them, even though you didn’t know how to. Maybe you are as clueless as I am. I just want you to know….

 Because You Exist. I will keep on writing.

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Born Again.

Born Again.

All of a sudden life seemed so different. Looking back, things have changed so much. She can’t go back to what she wanted. Changes came in like the ocean waves, slowly but steadily and she was too busy to notice.

Love. Was that it? If she didn’t love them all, would it be any different? Would she have taken the roads she wanted to take so dearly? People. Some, who broke her heart. Some who cared. Stayed.

Never knew life would change so fast. In ten years she can’t even tell the difference from where she began and where she has come. Ten years flew by in a blink. She had imagined herself elsewhere, how did she end up here?

Was she not willing to take the chances and move forward with herself? Being alone, is that what scares her? Looking back, she didn’t make much of a choice. Sweet talks and loved ones kept her in a cocoon of “what is good for her”. Who was to decide? Who is to say? if not her?

Tired by the shackles of love, she picked up her pen and began to write. Her pen is mightier than any sword. She began going on adventures she only dreamed about. Now, her love is fierce, in her eyes there’s a fire. She met a men, he knew her soul. She fell in love again. The fire in her soul grows stronger by the day.

Being loved for who she was, she became fearless. Like a phoenix, from the ashes of her old life, she was born again. Mighty as the phoenix, her flight has just began. She is the one people write poems and stories about.

When she sees a soul estranged and longing as she once was, she smiles. She whispers, “hang in there and someday, when you believe, you will be born too.”

 

365 Days of Blogging. My Journey So Far.

If a writer falls in love with you, you live forever.

365 days passed so fast. 365 days of blogging or the lack of it. I am not a big fan of birthdays or any other kind of celebrations, not that I do not enjoy it, it’s just that I find them unnecessary due to my lack of time for writing. A hearty wish is more important to me then a party and gifts. I flutter and smile like a child when my siblings and my parents wish me and I take in their sweet thoughtful presents like a child. “What did you bring me?” I would ask like a child and gasp getting excited when my brother presents me with a Harry Potter book on my 16th birthday! Gosh! Best gift ever. So guess what happened when my blog turned a year old on the 3rd of July? Nothing special! I wished myself and went to sleep. Hardly even came online for almost half the month. Didn’t even mention it to anyone.

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The Snow Merchant by Sam Gayton

The Snow Merchant By Sam Gayton

On a winter night so cold and dark the fires froze in their hearths, snow came to Albion. It came packed up in the suitcase of a stranger. Lettie was the first one to see him.

Yes, that’s how The Snow Merchant by Sam Gayton begins. Before it starts there’s a recipe that tells you how to make snow. Have I got you yet? Wanna buy the book? No? Okay, read on.

Lettie Peppercorn has lived all her life in the house on the stilts near the wind-swept coast of Albion, never setting a foot outside the door of the house. She is the mistress of the inn. While her father goes out every night to gamble and she stays home, attending the most vivacious guests. She has seen different types of customers but nothing has prepared her for the guest that arrives on the cold and dark winter night, a snow merchant.

His fingers were blue.

His hair was white.

His fingers were blue.

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Finding Dory Pixar Studio

Finding Dory – Movie Review

First of all, did you know that Dory is actually a member of Royal Tang fish family? I certainly didn’t know until I set myself up to do this review. Coming to the big question, “Did you see Finding Dory?” “NO?” “What are you waiting for? Divine intervention?” haha Just kidding.

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Maya’s New Husband By Neil D’silva – Book Review

Mayas new husband by Neil DSilva

Maya’s New Husband by Neil D’silva, is a horror story. According to the introduction, Neil D’silva is a teacher by day and a writer a by night. This is his first story. He won the NANOWRIMO 2014 with this book and he went on to win The Entertainer Literary Awards in 2015. He is also an admin of famous Facebook group For Writers By Authors on Facebook. Pretty nice conversations happen on the group page. If you live in Mumbai maybe you can even join them on their special sessions for writing sometimes.

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Financial Hacks for 20 Something

5 Financial Hack To Follow For Every 20 Something

I wish I had read more about making myself financially independent when I was in my early 20s. Financial hacks are not a waste of time. If you start planning your finances early in your 20s you will end up being one lucky chuck in your late 20s. One obvious thing is, being a 20 something, almost out of college (mind/heart still there)- the last thing you are thinking about is making yourself financially independent. Further studies, which job to apply for, how to lend the dream job, girlfriend/boyfriend etc are the topics keeping us busy. Plus, you don’t have a ton of money to invest. Good news is, you don’t need a ton of money to invest.

The biggest spending we do in our 20s is on, mobile phones, movies, eating out with buddies on weekend, smoking-drinking-pubs-bars etc. When I asked a youngster not to smoke he told me, “I’m developing a taste for life.” Uhuh? Really? Developing a taste for the cigarettes is only going to increase costs when you start earning. Don’t believe me? Read this article in Economics Times Wealth about the hidden cost of smoking: LINK

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Stardust Wanderer

Stardust Wanderer

“I’ll be back soon.” She said with a kiss on my cheek. This was her last mission in a while. Pretty soon she will be back home and we will be able to spend some crazy time together building the tree house we have been planning for a while. I send her a flying kiss and wave goodbyes.

“Let’s go in.” Gran says. Gran moved to live with us when my mom was assigned for the mission to Mars project team. Mom isn’t allowed to talk about it in details.  It’s freezing here. I wonder why mom liked this place so much, maybe its got something to do with her being a biologist of plants. This place’s got nothing but snowy mountain caps in winter for four months and uninvited rains in between, the so-called little summer time. I love this place in Autumn though, the red and yellow of the tree leaves and the bugs that crawl up everywhere.  This week I caught a bug when I was playing with Sana near the mountain base. The bug was up in the young Oak tree that we climbed. It had shiny silver wings and Sana was scared of it. We were only ten and Sana’s parents didn’t like her playing with the bugs. Her mother hated it specially when I showed her some bugs I caught. “You shouldn’t be playing with them. They might be harmful. Shuu now, drop it out side and come inside with Sana, the potato wheels are almost baked.” The potato wheels were delicious but I couldn’t find the bug later when I was going home.

I went home and told mom about the silver winged bug. Unlike Sana’s mom’s, my mom’s eyes lit up at the mention of the bug. “Tell me more about it. How did it look? What was it doing? Eating?” She jumped in my bed with a pillow in her hands and started to ask questions. “Umm.. it was a black bug with tiny silver wings, it’s eyes were tiny yellow and it was weird. Oh and it just set there.” “Uuuhumm… The universe is filled with far more wondrous things that we don’t know of Rohan. Tell you what, tomorrow I will lend you my book of bugs and you find the pretty little bugster? When you do, I will treat you to a burger.” The thought of mom’s homemade burger made my mouth water. I bet she already knows what bug is it, she just wants me to work for it. I love our little deals. “Look forward to it. Good night mom.” She kissed my head and wished me goodnight as she closed the door. “Leave it open.” I screamed. “Oops, sorry.” And with that she was gone.

The next day mom had to leave again for her work, it will be months before I see her again. I stat missing her even before she is gone. Mom has this crazy love for the Universe, she seems half mad, genius mad when she talks about the faraway Galaxies and the secret biology they might have. “We are just stardust wanderers. Wondering in the universe, trying to learn more about it, only to become a part of it in our death.” Stardust wanderer! Sometimes I felt I don’t know my mom at all. After breakfast mom left and I got busy with the book. Trying to find the bug. It’s tough with this mammoth of an encyclopedia of bugs. There’s so many of them.

After a few hours gran rings the bells for lunch. It’s 2 PM already? I look outside the window. The poppies I planted in the tiny pot have sprung up, I water them. “Poppies are pretty.” My mom’s voice rings in my head. I shake my head as I run out of our tiny library to the dining room. The amazing smell of gran’s potato stew and herb rice has filled the home. I sit as gran starts making a dish for me. “I am grateful for the food.” I whisper in my playful way before I dig in. My gran looks in my direction with a grand smile on her lips. Suddenly the phone rings. Gran gets up to attend it. She talks for a few seconds then calls for me, “It’s your mom, she has reached.” I take the receiver and her voice pours in, “hey kiddo, so did you find the bug?” “Not yet but wait till I do. You do remember the deal maa?” “Yep. Take care of gran for me. I love you.” Click, clank and that’s a bye.

Me and gran eat in silence. I help gran with the cleaning later and we talk about maa. “She calls herself stardust wanderer, it’s difficult to sum her up like that. She is much more.”  Gran says as she sips the warm jasmine tea. Gran looks like she is talking about someone entirely different than her own daughter. Gran is always scolding maa when she is around. It’s going to be a long time before we see our stardust wanderer.

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