A #BookTalk post. – The Case of the Drowned Pearl.
On holiday at the seaside, Daisy and Hazel discover a body on the beach. They soon realize this is Antonia Braithwaite, a famous swimmer, nicknamed The Pearl. It appears she has accidentally drowned but, myseteriously, she smells not of the sea, but of soap…
Is it an accident or a murder?
Read the tale of how I faced the ordeal of being asked to sign, for the very first time, an important piece of paper at the age of 5.
What led to the death of The Bespectacled Mother’s muse?
Here are the 7 murderous reasons listed in this post.
Book spotlight tour of Middle Grade Fantasy Fiction book – Frankie and the Gift of Fantasy by Ruthy Ballard.
What do I do when I watch a sunrise? I simply capture it and frame it. Life can be as simple as we want it
What value do I create for my readers by writing what I write? I primarily write about my parenting trials and errors with Dhruv and
Each day we experience a myriad of emotions – happiness, sadness, guilt, fear, anger, etc. As adults, we might be aware we are not these
Where do I hide? Where do I hide? Oh God! Why am I so big I cannot find a place to hide? I peek from
Madam! Aap! Oh yes Shakur Bhai, It’s me again. What brings you this Sunday morning to our shop Madam? See Shakur Bhai, what happens on
Now that the second edition of Bar-A-Thon is coming to an end today, let me tell you that I had planned to pull out after
I am a mom who has a super inquisitive child who can drive me nuts with his interrogations from the moment I throw water into
When things get tricky I turn to books. So, here is a list of 7 books that are responsible for making me who I am, in this phase of life.
I was planning to write another post about books and reading today for Day 3 of Bar-A-Thon. Then, I thought it will lead to monotony.
It is Day 2 of Bar-A-Thon 2017 and today I am going to pour out all the questions I have been asked by the non-readers,
Today I am going to tell you a story about 2 children who  enjoyed a happy childhood. They grew up in the era when children
There was a time in my childhood when I grappled seriously with the disease called TV. On off days and in holidays, me and my
William Shakespeare said What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet. Then somebody quoted – All
On Tuesday this week, Dhruv and his friends Ar and Iss, after returning from school in the afternoon, were playing in the newly renovated park
I vaguely remember the person that I was when I was not a mother. I was still into picking seashells on faraway shores. Joining #WordlessWednesday
