tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76659028113994565642024-02-07T18:00:59.129-08:00Shall we call it a tale?"We all have stories, and incidents, and experiences, and emotions...forming Tales"Soumyaa Vermahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18270901757555638627noreply@blogger.comBlogger55125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665902811399456564.post-32348106624724847072015-08-17T12:08:00.000-07:002016-07-12T05:17:09.272-07:00M to D - Be a little less exhausted and live a little more
"Mom?", I peeped in through the half closed door. Seeing her room lit up at this hour of the night, I thought I'd check in on her.
"Hi baby. Umm, wait there. Hold on I'll come out." she replied, but it was already too late. I entered and saw her trying to make her way from under a heap of clothes. She was sitting on a small stool in front of her wardrobe and nearly half of her sarees Soumyaa Vermahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18270901757555638627noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665902811399456564.post-46202767444500785832015-07-14T13:13:00.001-07:002015-08-17T10:15:46.288-07:00Five Sentence Fiction- Scorching
This post is linked to- Five Sentence Fiction by Lillie McFerrin
When I was young, they asked me to write about characters that feel real, introduce conflict, serve a point, be honest to your work and of course, take risks. Mindful of these qualities, I finally set out to write this book, which you generously tagged "a book of masturbation".
I made Arnold so real that most 14 year boys Soumyaa Vermahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18270901757555638627noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665902811399456564.post-68907804390896968742015-06-15T04:14:00.000-07:002015-08-17T10:14:54.081-07:00Energized with #MaxFreshMove
I am blogging for #MaxFreshMove activity at BlogAdda.com. Are you?
So I'm gonna talk about how some exuberating music and enthusiastic grooving made a sad and lifeless situation nothing less than a joy to live!
I work with an event management team. We became excessively excited when we heard from two amazing artists, Anushka Manchanda and Allu Arjun. Who Soumyaa Vermahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18270901757555638627noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665902811399456564.post-5435250073931580612015-05-09T12:43:00.001-07:002015-08-17T10:15:18.252-07:00Five Sentence Fiction: Memories
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I paced forward with all my strength and ran as fast as I could. But I couldn't have possibly saved my ass, the giant snowball slid down the slope at thrice my speed, engulfing all smaller objects along it's way- including me.
"Aaagh", I screamed and woke up from my sleep, twenty years Soumyaa Vermahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18270901757555638627noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665902811399456564.post-48909063590825790462015-05-01T11:49:00.004-07:002015-05-01T11:50:11.520-07:00Saturday Photohunt- Youth
I've missed quite a few weeks at Saturday Photohunts, but now I'm back and all for good! Hello guys, how've you been?
Here is my photo of "youth".
This is one of my favorite photos of me and a very dear friend. It was clicked in Udaipur, India, while we were there working for an NGO. It was a time I was entering my youth and all that follows. The photo brings back only happy memories Soumyaa Vermahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18270901757555638627noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665902811399456564.post-60238057251629616392015-03-22T00:55:00.001-07:002015-05-01T11:19:45.829-07:00Celebrating International Day of Happiness
As Mahatma
Gandhi once said,
“Happiness is when what you think, what you say,
and what you do are in harmony.”
How many of us are truly
happy? Men, for billions of years now, have searched for happiness in
everything around him. In his deed, in his words, in other’s deeds, in other’s
words, in his surroundings, in whatever you can think of now, you search for
happiness. They say the most Soumyaa Vermahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18270901757555638627noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665902811399456564.post-58268113509640080872015-03-15T03:19:00.002-07:002015-08-17T10:16:25.419-07:00We are together in this journey
My college was in Delhi and I was from Shimla. The distance between my home in Shimla and my hostel in Delhi was something around 400Kms, an 8 hour drive. I usually went back to Shimla once a month atleast to meet my mother, who lived there alone.
Hostel was mostly nice except my roommate. I found him very annoying and irritating. He was one filthy human being. Never kept his area of the room Soumyaa Vermahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18270901757555638627noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665902811399456564.post-57338306921763246942015-03-10T02:28:00.000-07:002015-05-01T11:20:08.291-07:00Starting a new life
She had lived in Jambusar all her life. She was born there, she grew up there, she got married there, she raised her children there. As far as her mind could reach back in time to reveal memories, all were connected with Jambusar. She remembered how in her childhood she played with her friends and siblings around the biggest banyan tree then. She remembered hiding around clock towers, walking Soumyaa Vermahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18270901757555638627noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665902811399456564.post-10035648578548139442015-03-09T22:41:00.001-07:002015-05-01T11:20:30.739-07:00My Look Up Story
This post has been written as a part of the happy hours on indiblogger.
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I wasn't born like most of you reading this post. I wasn't born a child whose parents would be blessed. I wasn't born a child who could create an impact on his world through great speeches, however great my thoughts were. I wasn't a person people would want to listen to. When I started Soumyaa Vermahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18270901757555638627noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665902811399456564.post-31098564132500354912014-11-18T02:23:00.001-08:002016-07-12T05:34:17.354-07:00Babli too has a right to toilets
"Namaste
Myself Babli. I am 12 years old. I live in Chember. Chember is a small village in your big India. You cannot locate it on map. My Maa tells me that there are many small villages in big India. Hazaaro! Arey 5 are near my Chember only, Sacchi.
I live very interesting life. I wake. I bath. I do pooja. I jhadoo. Then I go to school also. In the evening I am free. So mother makes me go to Soumyaa Vermahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18270901757555638627noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665902811399456564.post-3435598880624150162014-10-09T05:02:00.001-07:002014-10-10T07:24:04.068-07:00BlogAdda Game of Blogs: Team ByLines- Chapter 26
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Things were falling into place. Truths were being revealed, secrets were being discovered and lessons were being taught. While majority of the people on Earth were still deep asleep, a group of people were concocting for a new dawn. The dawn was supposed to bring a new ray of hope and it was eagerly awaited.
Cool breeze blew against her face while Tara stood Soumyaa Vermahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18270901757555638627noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665902811399456564.post-5723041578854008892014-10-09T05:01:00.005-07:002014-10-09T05:01:54.447-07:00BlogAdda Game of Blogs: Team ByLines- Chapter 26
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Things were falling into place. Truths were being revealed, secrets were being discovered and lessons were being taught. While majority of the people on Earth were still deep asleep, a group of people were concocting for a new dawn. The dawn was supposed to bring a new ray of hope and it was eagerly awaited.
Cool breeze blew against her face while Tara stood Soumyaa Vermahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18270901757555638627noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665902811399456564.post-76265951257006480932014-10-02T08:21:00.000-07:002014-10-05T10:38:59.576-07:00BlogAdda Game of Blogs: Team ByLines- Chapter 19
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“You?!”
exclaimed Shekhar. Cyrus was the last person anybody in the room had expected
right then. Jennifer stood up from beside Tara, her eyes hooked on Cyrus and
mind in a turmoil trying to absorb what she had just heard.
“Tara, you
are not what you think you are. You are not one of them. You do not belong here
and that is the truth,” Cyrus said, ignoring Soumyaa Vermahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18270901757555638627noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665902811399456564.post-35906446347378029832014-09-26T06:52:00.000-07:002014-09-26T15:09:53.267-07:00BlogAdda Game of Blogs; Team ByLines: chapter 14
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“And now,
the Earth too is on the verge of being demolished,” said the familiar voice again.
This time, his calmness met a subtle current of worry.
The room, unlike the previous one where the
kundalini meditation was taught, was fully lighted.
But the man
was undoubtedly the same. The yellow
tinge from the green lights made the hall look Soumyaa Vermahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18270901757555638627noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665902811399456564.post-18309047695989429702014-09-24T11:12:00.001-07:002014-09-25T22:57:33.765-07:00Blogadda Game of blogs- Team ByLines: Chapter 12
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Away from the swarm and the throng,
from the mundane routines and the toxic carnal, there was a place hiding all
the answers. The clandestine was covered
with lush green surroundings. To the eastward the main valley lay outspread.
On the opposite side the land fell away in gullies into the sea. Small as the
piece of land was, it had in it Soumyaa Vermahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18270901757555638627noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665902811399456564.post-37569308516781852922014-09-15T10:43:00.001-07:002014-09-23T11:04:51.494-07:00BlogAdda Game of Blogs- Team ByLines: Chapter 4
Team: By Lines
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Chapter 4
The resolutely crisp yet gloomy voice brought Tara back from her thoughts. Her lips curled upwards flashing an involuntarily bright smile. She brought her hands close to his and the moment they brushed together, she felt an electrifying shudder piercing through her palm and finally igniting her soul. Her mind feltSoumyaa Vermahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18270901757555638627noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665902811399456564.post-58315722265970948872014-09-07T13:34:00.001-07:002014-09-09T19:19:42.207-07:00Book review- The Seller of Beliefs by Trishala D. Shah
"Seller of beliefs", the title had my eyes turn back to the book. I judged the book by it's cover and philosophy being my area of keen interest, I had to read it.
Summary-
The entire book states the happenings of one single day. It's a short 112 pages' book about how a bubbly, talkitive girl living a superficial life, like more people today do than not, finds the path to her inner Soumyaa Vermahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18270901757555638627noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665902811399456564.post-72471991518838540892014-08-24T00:50:00.000-07:002014-08-24T00:50:00.398-07:00She's late, as usual
Writing Five Sentence Fiction on the word prompt this week- Waiting. Click here for other entries.
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I met her for the first time, my new roommate, after waiting outside our room for an hour; apparently she had been sleeping soundly inside.
I waited for her to gulp down all the shots on the table and then held her hair back while she threw up in the basin; I Soumyaa Vermahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18270901757555638627noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665902811399456564.post-25831576774091093082014-08-16T08:33:00.001-07:002014-08-16T21:41:51.535-07:00For, the House
Writing for Friday Fictioneers again, hosted by Rochelle here.
The smell of antiquity filled my nostrils as I entered my new residence.
"You know the history," my broker had exclaimed, "Everybody who has lived here has turned out to be a legendary writer! Daniel Defoe, Dickens, Christie and most recently, Rowling."
I could be next.
"Yes, you could be!" He read my thoughts. "Soumyaa Vermahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18270901757555638627noreply@blogger.com27tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665902811399456564.post-16785658650046579382014-08-15T06:44:00.000-07:002014-08-15T06:44:05.574-07:00The butterfly effect
At long last she found that butterfly, reveling its reunion with the garden flowers. Butterflies show semblance to freedom, she had heard. Envious, she carefully grabbed and bottled it, hindering its bond."Siya, come on get back to studies", her mom called. Ah, reunions!
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Written for From 15 to 50 prompt by Shailaja V. She's started a new monthly challenge and Soumyaa Vermahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18270901757555638627noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665902811399456564.post-12903882690317229642014-08-15T05:41:00.001-07:002014-08-15T05:41:16.280-07:00The Map
Writing for the Five Sentence Fiction prompt- MAPS
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I thought I knew what 'complete' felt like when he found the map to me, making me smile and laugh and cry and grow under the bubble that covered us.
Now thousand miles apart, spaces have grown in our togetherness.
But mourn not for us, for we found happiness in the drops of the sea between the Soumyaa Vermahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18270901757555638627noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665902811399456564.post-84643562544788705772014-08-10T11:52:00.002-07:002014-08-10T19:56:44.955-07:00Book review- Is This Love and Automn- The Last Leaf
BOOK REVIEW
Is This Love and Autumn- The Last Leaf
SYNOPSIS:
The book is compiled of two stories "Is This Love" and "Autumn- the last leaf". Both the stories, though quite different, revolve around friendship and love.
'Is This Love' is the story of how two friends find the love of their lives in each other. Vishaal (notice the double 'a') and Sheetal are liberal youngsters who live Soumyaa Vermahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18270901757555638627noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665902811399456564.post-26458622960413430222014-07-27T14:17:00.001-07:002014-07-27T15:14:27.783-07:00The un-forked Flintstones
Writing for the Friday Fictioneers again. The photo prompt this week-
Photo courtesy- Mary Gail Stratford
“Mommy, why do we still live in caves?” asked Pebbles.
“Because that is why people watch us on TV.” Wilma answered, gathering the mixture of rice and curry in the stone boat and carefully pouring it in Pebbles’ mouth.
“Mommy, why are our spoons different?” muffled Soumyaa Vermahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18270901757555638627noreply@blogger.com30tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665902811399456564.post-33292533969575046132014-07-26T21:21:00.000-07:002014-07-26T21:21:28.527-07:00Cover Reveal- 'Darkness Watching' by Emma Adams
Another enticing Urban-Fantasy by the dark and supernatural themed novelist Emma L. Adams. The world she creates in her books and short stories will impede you from the real world.
Her novel "Darkness Watching". initially released in Oct 2013 is set to Re-Release in September 2014. This is the first part of the Dark World Series that she is coming up with. Here is the cover of her the novel "Soumyaa Vermahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18270901757555638627noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665902811399456564.post-37888845965982683592014-07-19T17:18:00.002-07:002014-07-26T12:19:44.523-07:00My Black List
I believe the color black is a pliant color. It can stand for power as well as fear, for mystery as well as strength, for elegance and at the same time for aggression.
Among all the emotions the color BLACK can bring about, I believe Black is Brilliant. Here is a list of 5 Black items that I wish for, in that order-
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