I recently came across an article ‘Why introverts absolutely loathe talking on the phone’ and shared it with my friends on Facebook. Surprisingly, it generated quite a bit of response. Some could relate to it, others took it to understand why introverts, like myself, avoid phone calls like the plague!
Dimple. Strong headed, career oriented, and fierce. A girl who aims to pursue her dreams. A techie at heart (coding actually), plans to attend Stanford, and escape her parents traditional Indian ways.
Rishi. The obedient son belonging to a rich Indian family. He wants to make his parents proud by eventually pursuing an engineering degree at MIT. A hopeless romantic at heart, with a belief in the traditional Indian ways.
As Carl drove up the rugged path in his Ford-150, Cecelia eye’s drifted up ahead. The sun was dipping below the horizon and the sky showcased hues of orange and blue. Cecilia’s arms were covered in goosebumps. It must be the chill in the air, she thought.
As I read the blurb, my heart started racing. A book about a plane crash?! Should I really pick a book that has a plane crash as the center of its story . If you don’t already know, I suffer from aviophobia (fear of flying) which you can read about here. However, the thought of an intriguing thriller got the better of me, and I did end up reading it, with some Xanax by my bedside! Continue reading →
One minute I was in Virginia, enjoying the breathtakingly beautiful skies, the refreshing lush greenery, walking down the aisles of Target with a macchiato in hand and the next, I had returned to the Doha sandpit where temperatures were a miserable 110F with dust, massive construction zones and the never-ending quest to find good tasting fresh milk.
The seven husbands of Evelyn Hugo by Taylor Jenkins Reid, is not a book I would customarily pick up, but I was intrigued by the compelling reviews it was receiving in the blogger community. I am glad I picked it up because it definitely exceeded my expectations!
This book is a quick read, yet has all the elements to make it an intriguing and riveting one. It does not go into depths of magnitude proportions, but is quite the page turner and had me up at all hours of the night in my desire to find out what happened next. Continue reading →
From the waiting room, I calmly make my way through the double doors into the hallway. The distinctive smell of antiseptics is hard to digest. Why are hospitals so cold? The surroundings austere. This is nauseating.