My Black Wishlist

Since I teach at a high school I am up early mornings and now that the summer vacation is over, I’m back to the grinding routine. Even though I get up early everyday (yes, even Sundays!) you couldn’t call me a morning person. So what is it that helps me shake off my precious (sleep) in the wee hours of morning? Coffee, of course! And what if the delicious coffee came in a hilarious package? That would be a certain wake-me-up, is it not? Here’s Coffee with Grumpy Cat (pun intended!)

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I fell in love with this mug as soon as I saw it. Think this will make a wonderful addition to my ever-growing collection of coffee mugs, especially since it’s Black and has Grumpy cat, two of my favourite things in this world!

Once I’ve made my coffee I head towards the study for an early morning stint with my writing. Yes, #amwriting. Nothing like sipping aromatic coffee while writing down my first thoughts of the morning. I’m a pen-and-paper person and need the feel of solid metal scratching against white rough handmade paper to get my writing juices flowing instead of clacking keys on the notebook. Though I do that too, especially during NaNoWriMo when the word count pressure is too much to allow me to write on my journal and then type it up. But there’s nothing more soothing than to see the black ink making delicious curls on the paper. So the next three things on my wishlist are these:

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The journal is a bunch of unruled handmade paper stiched together in a black leather binding. Perfect for writing as well as for the times when I get the urge to doodle. The set of pens is my favourite brand, Pierre Cardin, and have black ink, my preferred color for writing. One is a Roller Ball where as the other one is a Ball Pen. The pen holder is also handmade black pottery with clever leather stitches, perfect for keeping my black beauties safe.

Now to my daily dose of reading. The next thing on my wishlist is the All New Kindle Fire 8.9″ HD Tablet. Isn’t it a beauty?

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Though I do LOVE my current Kindle PaperWhite and have enjoyed it immensely ever since I got it last December, I miss the colors of the book covers. The new Kindle Fire will make sure I can enjoy the colorful book covers as if I was holding the real book in my hands at the same time keeping me in touch with the Internet. The browser in my Kindle PW is an experimental one and doesn’t let me do a lot of things! This one will keep me well-read as well as connected! Not a deal to let go is it?

What are some of the things in your wishlist, black or not?

This post is a part of #WhatTheBlack activity at BlogAdda.com

 

Tornado Giveaway – 200 books, 23 prizes up for grabs!



Welcome to The Book Club’s very first Giveaway

Tornado Giveaway

We’re extremely excited about it. You will be toowhen you hear the details. Get ready to be blown away by Tornado Giveaway! 

A tornado of books is coming your way. We love our Authors. They give us hours of entertainment; they fill our lives with love and passion. Today, we want to do exactly that. Fill your life with love. This is a Romance Giveaway with a smattering of crime thrillers and a heartwarming family saga – to spice up your life.

Starting on the 1st of July we will introduce each of the twenty-three participating Authors on our Book Club page. Some you already know; some are new.  But all promise to keep you entertained with their words.

Believe it or not, we have 200 books to give away.  Didn’t we say, a Tornado is coming your way!  And there will be not one… not two … but 17 Winners who will get 17 books each and 6 Mega winners will get a chance to grab 22 books each.

How do you participate in this Giveaway? It’s simple… just follow the Rafflecopter(scroll down) and win all the books. 

So what are you waiting for?  Join us here as we introduce each author daily and get a sneak peek into their writing. Get ready to be swept away! 

The Rules….

Love Books of course 🙂

In the Rafflecopter follow the rules….

1. Like the Author Facebook Page – Mandatory – 1 point
2. Follow the author on Twitter -Mandatory- 2 points
3. Tweet on the dates mentioned in the Rafflecopter about the Author – Optional – 3 points
4. Like the Harlequin India Facebook Page – Mandatory – 5 points
5. Like the Indireads Facebook Page -Mandatory – 5 points 
6. Like The Book Club Facebook Page -Mandatory –  5 points

23AUTHORS; 23 NOVELS; 17 WINNERS6 MEGA WINNERS 




Participating Authors

Name of the Book Name of the Author Date of Post
Scarlet Revenge Ann McGinnis 1st July
Saving Justice Tasman Gibb 2nd July
The Perfect Groom Sumeetha Manikandan 3rd July
Wilde Riders Savannah Young 4th July
Scorched by His Fire Reet Singh 5th July
When I see your Face Devika Fernando 6th July
The Malhotra Bride Sundari Venkatraman 7th July
Butterfly Season Natasha Ahmed 8th July
The Indian Tycoon’s Marriage Deal Adite Banerjie 9th July
Bootie and the Beast Falguni Kothari 10th July
Full Circle Yamini Vijendran 11th July
Bollywood Fiance For a Day Ruchi Vasudeva 12th July
The Truth About De Campo Jennifer Hayward 13th July
Twelve Hours of Temptation Shoma Narayanan 14th July
Monsoon Memories Renita D’Silva 15th July
His Captive Indian Princess Tanu Jain 16th July
The Return of the Rebel Jennifer Faye 17th July
Rapid Fall Adiana Ray 18th July
Kingdom Come Aarti V Raman 19th July
Crossing the line Nicola Marsh 20th July
India was one An Indian 21st July
Lily’s Leap Téa Cooper 22nd July
Love’s Labour Andy Paula 23rd July



All the Best Dear Readers…

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RESULTS WILL BE ANNOUNCED ON 30TH JULY



Participating Blogs



Bloggers/Writers Blogging @
Aarti V Raman Rt_Writes
Adiana Ray Rayyyydays
Adite Banerjie AditeBanerjie
An Indian India Was One
Ann McGinnis Ann McGinnis
Arti Metroreader Arti Metroreader
Bhavya NK Ishithaa
Devika Fernando Devika Fernando
Dola Basu Singh Shiuli
Falguni Kothari Falguni Kothari
Inderpreet Kaur Uppal Eloquent Articulation
Janaki Nagaraj Memoirs of A Homemaker
Jennifer Faye Jennifer Faye
Jennifer Hayward Jennifer Hayward
Jigar Doshi Jigar Doshi
Parichita Singh Parichita
Natasha Ahmed Dear Rumi
Nicola Marsh Nicola Marsh
Nikita Soni Njkinny’s World of Books & Stuff
Pooja Abhay Thoughtless Ramifications
Reet Singh Reet Singh
Renita D’Silva Renita D’Silva
Rubina Ramesh The Book Club
Ruchi Vasudeva Ruchi Vasudeva
Savannah Young Savannah Young
Shoma Narayanan Shoma Narayanan
Sonia Rao soniaraowrites
Sumeetha Manikandan Books Reviews by Sumi
Sundari Venkatraman Flaming Sun
Tanu Jain tanurja’s Blog
Tasman Gibb Tasman Gibb
Téa Cooper Tea Cooper
Usha Narayanan Usha Narayanan
Yamini Vijendran Straight from the heart
Andy Paula Andy Paula




This Giveaway is hosted by The Book Club. A group of Writers and Bloggers who have come together to spread the works of different authors from around the globe. 


Logo design by Natasha Ahmed

A special thanks  to Adite Banerjie, Sundari Venkatraman and Dola Basu Singh. Without you this Giveaway was not possible. 


Politician’s Daughter

I gritted my teeth and slowly chew my words, mincing them into shrapnel.
“If you weren’t a friend I would’ve killed you.”
“Pretty sure you would have gotten away with it too.”
Her words acted as a catalyst to my already seething temper and I settled for the second best thing to murder. I slapped her knowing that I will lose my best friend who also happened to be the only friend. The argument had left a rancid taste in my mouth, unsettling me. I hurried towards the college exit not caring about the car in the parking, preferring the quiet afternoon walk to cool down my nerves.

As I made my way down the pavement I picked up another noise behind me. Footsteps matching my own, which would have otherwise been drowned in the noise of the city, especially to unaccustomed or untrained ears. I turned around to see the bodyguard silently following me at a distance. I shook my head in disbelief; of course I will never be able to dodge them however much I try. I shouted at him to leave me alone but he just stood there, eyes downcast, refusing to budge. “It’s my duty madam”, he pointed out. Knowing that it would ultimately have to be me who gave up first, I did just that. The sooner the better.

As I neared my house I saw a convoy of official looking white ambassadors, their drivers gathered below the shade of the Banyan, exchanging bits of juicy gossip. I took in the sight knowing fully well that my dad must be busy in one of his meetings, but my heart nourished the childlike desire to talk to him right now about my problems. Ignoring the well-meaning pleas of the household servant, I barged into his study.

I joined my hands in the traditional Namaste and bowed to several people I knew, my eyes finally settling over my dad.
“Papa, I have to talk to you. It’s important”, I squeaked.
“I’m sure it’s not more important than this meeting. I’ll talk to you when we finish”, he gestured, his hands sweeping in all the people in the room.
I hesitated and then finally moved out of the room. It’s a wonder that I was still sad when this happened. After all this was nothing new. I should have been accustomed to my father’s lack of time for me and my issues by now.

I went up to my room and lay there sobbing into the covers. Life had never been a bed of roses for me. I had lost my mother at a very young age to a terrorist attack that was planned for my father. I didn’t have any siblings and preferred to remain friend-less rather than gathering around me a bunch of idiots who only pretended to like me in exchange of the benefits. After the attack I was never allowed to remain alone and was always accompanied by a private bodyguard. My father cared little that my classmates made fun of me due to this. Of course I never mentioned the other things that they said to make fun of me and him. I never told him how they teased me that I was born with a silver spoon in my mouth and that I never had to work hard for anything. They also teased me that I could get away with anything I tried, however illegal. They made fun of my father comparing him to the many corrupt politicians and regularly asked me what scam he was into. It was not too difficult to ignore them. But what pained me most was my father’s lack of time for me who he claimed to be “his precious darling”.

I feigned sleep when I heard his footsteps outside my bedroom door. “I know you are angry my child but the meeting was very important. It was regarding the security of our fellow countrymen”, he told me, caressing my head. I got up from the bed and hugged him, feeling proud of the patriotism I witnessed in his eyes.
“Of course. But I must tell you about my fight with Ritu”, I blabbered, as I silently thanked God for blessing me with a Politician Dad.

This post is written for the Weekend Contest in association with Shoes of The Dead at BlogAdda.com

An update: I just got an email from the BlogAdda team that I was one of the winners of this contest.

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