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Sleeping Under the Stars, Talking to Trees and Trekking With Strangers: Dayara Bugyal Trek
Sleeping Under the Stars, Talking to Trees and Trekking With Strangers: Dayara Bugyal Trek
Hellu people! How have you been? As the second wave of this monstrous virus has crippled us with a deep sense of rage, anxiety and hopelessness and left us with yet another lockdown (easing in a few cities), I thought I’ll put up something that I partook in in January’21, totally out of my comfort zone- A trek to Dayara Bugyal, a lush meadow trail in Uttarakhand with a group of strangers ☺. I…
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#camping#environmental friendly#himalayas#mountain trek#slow living#starry night#sustainable living#travel#travelogue#tripoto#wanderlust
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Feb+ March Wrap Up
Feb+ March Wrap Up on the blog! I'm just trying to keep my blog alive 😭. Need to devise some new posts ideas.
Mentally I might still be here *sigh*. While I write a few non bookish articles and read a few books as my coping mechanism, let me bore you with my February and March reads.
📌 A Reaper At The Gates and A Sky Beyond the Storm
⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐
Rating: 5 out of 5.
An Ember In The Ashes series: Breaking hearts since 2015
These are the last 2 books in the An Ember in the Ashes series.
Sabaa Tahir is a…
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#adult fantasy#An educated woman in prostitution#book blog#book review#Circe#ember in the ashes#greek mythology#HarperCollins#historical fiction#indian blogger#non-fiction#Ring Shout#The Mountains Sing
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January Wrap Up
January Wrap Up up on blog!
#bookreview #bookworm #bookrecommendation
Finally wrapping up January 2021 with a few books I read in that month!Once again, the time has flown, slipping from in between our fingers like fine sand *sigh*.
What did you do this January? Anything new & exciting? Anything you stayed consistent with? Any good book you read & recommend?
I started off my year with a trip to the mountains & a trek to Dayara Bugyal in Uttarakhand, which was a…
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#2021 reads#a little life#book blog#book blogger#book recommendation#book review#books#books 2021#bookworm
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Pandemic Reading amidst a Pandemic: The Pull of the Stars Book Review
Pandemic Reading amidst a Pandemic: The Pull of the Stars Book Review
This pandemic has been tough on all of us and everyone is trying to hold on to the light at the end of the tunnel, in whatever way they can so I’ll suggest you to cut out negative people (no one cares about your spotify wrap up type people) out of your life, if you still haven’t.
As someone who was part of the stats, I was a bit scared at first, not for me, but for someone else in the family,…
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Witty and Insightful: Maybe You Should Talk To Someone Book Review
Witty and Insightful: Maybe You Should Talk To Someone Book Review
I found the best non-fiction I’ve ever read in my life and I urge you to pick it up too!
Hello everybody. Just your friendly neighborhood lover of fantasy and all things fictitious here, who read a non-fiction recently and now wants to shout about it from the rooftops. I’ve always ran away from non-fiction. They don’t take me out of this depressive borderline dystopian reality and give me a…
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#5 star#bibliophile#book blog#book blogger#book recommendation#book review#maybe you should talk to someone#mental health#non-fiction
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Best Fantasy Ever: Empire of Gold Book Review
Best Fantasy Ever: Empire of Gold Book Review
Happy Monday! Even though I fell in love with the Daevabad series last year only, I can’t believe it is over! This is unequivocally one of the best fantasies I’ve ever read, set against the backdrop of Middle East, which started with our badass, fierce, sassy & really intelligent protagonist Nahri, a con woman, from Cairo. I’ll admit, initially, City of Brass was a bit difficult to get into…
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Desi Rep shimmering with Hindu Myth: Star Daughter Book Review
We stan diverse books!! Hellu everyone! I chanced upon Star Daughter by some cosmic luck and immediately added it to my Goodreads To Be Read pile. A Desi rep, Indian inspired fantasy with Hindu Mythology (sucker for Percy Jackson-Greek Mythologies and my Dadi’s night time stories 🤩) and magic and a high stakes competition ? SIGN. ME. UP!
Let’s see how it fared for me. 😉
Name: Star Daughter
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Hey @ fic writers, or writers in general, and anyone else whose first language is not English! If you ever need help with something regarding the English language- grammar/spelling/phrase/sentence structure/wtf is that word etc, feel free to dm me or send me an ask. I may not see it right away but I will absolutely help in whatever way I can. Been seeing a lot of posts on here lately about fic writers in particular being insecure about their writing or saying they quit because of criticism or other stuff like that and it makes me sad. It also makes me really wanna help. Writing is great and no one should have to give it up because some asshole on the internet made them feel inadequate over not being fluent.
For reference, English is my first language (one of them) and I'm currently about to finish my master's in english literature so I am, in fact, qualified to help. And because I've been living with a bunch of people whose first language is not english I've gotten used to it as well. So trust me no matter how weird or stupid the question is, I will not judge.
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Karma’s a Bitch (but so is heartbreak): A Khai x Third fic
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For all his seemingly cold and aloof exterior, on the inside Third is Weak.
He’s a fragile, pathetic mess who loves too much and hurts too deep and doesn’t know when to call it quits. Or how for that matter.
The conversation he’d just overheard at the club’s restroom though, is a clear sign that it is high fucking time. He needs to let go now. The ship has already sunk and if he keeps holding on any longer he will surely drown along with it.
And yet. It’s so hard to actually let go.
He laments as much to himself as he takes another sip of the drink he’d ordered when he’d first stumbled, already half-drunk, into his second bar of the night. Hearing that two of his closest friends had played him like that had hurt. It hurt so fucking much and he was so mad he could hardly breathe with the rage choking his lungs. His head was ringing with Khai’s careless words, every single one like a stab straight to his vulnerable heart.
He’d needed to leave. To just get out and as far away from the man he was hopelessly in love with as possible. The man who had unwittingly held his heart in his hand for the last two and a half years and crushed it in his careless grip a thousand times over.
Not anymore though. That whole debacle tonight was absolutely the last straw. Third was going to get over Khai if it killed him.
At this point he felt like he was going to die either way.
He sighs as he looks around the bar. His phone rings for maybe the hundredth time since he stormed off- Khai and Bone have been calling him non-stop since. He wonders if they’ll come looking for him if he switches his phone off.
Oh well, he thinks as he turns it off anyway, they would never find him. Not at a gay bar.
It was a place quite familiar to him. This bar was his very first foray into the queer world when he’d first realised he was gay back in his high school days.
He’d met his first crush here. His first heartbreak. He’d brought his first (and only) boyfriend here and they’d spent most of the night making out in a dark corner of the dance floor. He’d even met his very first fling here, back when he was single and looking to experiment, the summer before university.
Then he’d met Khai and fallen madly in love and this bar had become a distant memory. Until tonight.
He’s not entirely sure how he ended up here of all places. He just knew he’d needed to get away from those so called ‘friends’ of his. But he didn’t want to go back home- to Khai’s apartment. Somehow, he’d ended up here.
He orders another drink.
His head is spinning a little already and he knows he’s going to regret it in the morning, but right then all he wants is to drink until he forgets. Forgets how madly in love he’s been all this time. Forgets all the pain he has endured because of it. Mostly, he just wants to forget Khai- his stupid face, the way he smiles as he tells Third ‘I love you’ and then goes off with some girl. His stupid voice, that hint of mockery in it when he told Bone he’d ‘tested’ him.
“Well that’s quite a scary face you’re making.” an unfamiliar voice drawls from somewhere to his left “Someone must’ve really pissed you off.”
Third turns towards the voice to see a guy, about his age, leaning against the bar with a drink in hand and a knowing smirk on his face. Third hums, uncommitted, goes back to his drink.
“You’re one of those Extremes right?” The guy continues on, unbothered by Third’s clear lack of interest. “The Film kids?”
Third whips his head up, suddenly alert.
“How did you-”
“I’m third year Architecture-” The guy replies casually. “-and your reputation kinda exceeds you.”
“Oh.”
The guy isn’t done though, since he keeps talking.
“The name’s Phoom by the way.”
“Third.” He’s not sure why he’s answering. Or why they’re even talking in the first place, but he’s sure this Phoom guy wants something.
“I haven’t seen you here before.” Phoom is leaning awfully close right now and Third thinks he should be uncomfortable, but he’s honestly too drunk to care anymore. “This your first time?”
“First time in a while.” He reaches for his drink as he says it, but the glass is already empty.
“Let me buy you another one.” Phoom offers just as he’s about to call the bartender.
Of course. He should’ve known that’s what was happening. But he’s not out at the university so he usually only has girls asking him out and they’re easier for him to read. He’s never been the best at telling if a guy is interested in him.
Which is honestly such a disadvantage.
Phoom’s looking at him now, waiting for Third’s answer. He should say no. He knows he should. He hasn’t been with anyone since he met Khai and he hadn’t planned on breaking that streak of his. He shouldn’t give this Phoom guy false hope. So Third’s decided to say no, he has, but then as he’s about to say it, Khai’s stupid voice echoes in his head.
Anyone else would be all undressed and ready to bang
So what actually comes out is-
“Sure.”
Phoom looks surprised at his answer, like he really wasn’t expecting it. Which makes sense. If anyone’s ever heard anything about Third from the university grapevine it would have to be the fact that he ruthlessly rejects anyone that approaches him. No exceptions.
Until tonight.
“Oh. Okay cool, cool.” Phoom says hurriedly, calling the bartender over to order them both more drinks.
Third thinks there’s more than one thing he’ll regret in the morning.
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Read the full chapter here!
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