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CrazyCatLadyNovellaTitle: Crazy Cat Lady Finds Love

Author :  Sudesna Ghosh

Genre: Romance/Romantic Comedy

Length: 62 pages (novella)


She’s a member of the Crazy Cat Ladies Club.
Her life is all about cats and the cat ladies.
Until the purrfect cat man comes along…


Would Navin think I was pretty? Would he hold my hand? Maybe he would kiss me if we got some privacy?

“Too many questions, Sue,” I told myself, as the cab rolled on.

Navin sent me a text saying he would be at the café in 15 minutes. He added another text saying he couldn’t wait to meet me finally. Aww. Genuine excitement or was he being polite? I wasn’t the insecure kind but this online dating thing just filled relationships with so much mystery. Never tried it in my 20s.

The Crazy Cat Ladies Club group had three messages; one from each of the ladies, telling me to relax and give them details after he left. I wrote back asking Sunita to let us know about Vivek’s visit that night too. She replied: I will. Sigh.

Turning off my mobile data, I felt my stomach churn as we pulled up at my destination. There stood my date, dressed immaculately in a polo neck tee and dark jeans, feeding a street dog biscuits. The dog wagged his tail and Navin’s eyes said it all – he had the same look in them that I’d seen in my friends’ eyes when we were with animals. Love. It was pure, beautiful love.

What Amazon readers are saying:

“The author has a wry observational voice that makes me chuckle every time I read her. The cats are cute too and the dude is extra cute! Five full stars.”

“Along with men trouble, dating issues, canine problems, and Cat man, Navin, this book makes the perfect satisfying read for pet lovers and others, alike. if you haven’t considered keeping a pet, you may be tempted to after reading this. very refreshing and a fun great read!”

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Author Bio


Sudesna or Sue, is a multi-genre author based in Kolkata, India. She has penned My Singapore Fling, A Perfect New York Christmas, Can a Fat Girl Get a First Kiss? and many other books. Her short stories have been published in magazines across India. When she isn’t reading or writing, you can find her trying to keep her rescue cats happy.


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Author : Sudesna Ghosh

Format: Kindle book

Publication Date: May 17, 2018

Genre:   Humor, Short Story, Contemporary Fiction


Momma’s boy, Debojit, is on the search for the perfect bride. Join him and his parents as they visit potential life partners. Expect some surprises for poor Debojit and his mother.

What the readers are saying so far:

“A fun short story with laugh out loud moments.”

The story is short and sweet. It talks about Indian marriage system in a hilarious way.

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Sudesna (Sue) Ghosh is a multi-genre author based in Kolkata, India. Her books span genres starting from nonfiction to kidlit and even some romance. After graduating from University of Rochester (USA), Sue had a stint in market research and then with print journalism, before becoming a full time writer and freelance editor. When Sue isn’t reading or writing, she is busy making sure that her adopted cats are happy.




“In India, people want to become engineers, doctors, professors, businessmen, film actors and what not but I haven’t seen people talking about becoming scientists as a career. So I decided to do something different and make a scientist my lead character.” – Rajeev Saxena


Rajeev Saxena

Today we have with us Rajeev Saxena author of  Pinto Has An Idea.

Rajeev did his Bachelor of Technology from IIT Kanpur, India in 1994. He currently lives in Dallas, USA. From the days of living on farms in his grandparents’ village, he has been in touch with his roots throughout his life. Charity and voluntary work is also his passion.

The book Pinto Has an Idea is the tale of Dr Pinto, a small-town boy, an IITian and a scientist working in MIT, who suddenly experiences a life-changing revelation in the early days of his research, throwing away his work on theoretical physics and setting out to solve the practical everyday problems of the world he lives in.

Interview with the author

  • Did you always wanted to be a writer?

The short answer is yes. But it took sometime before I got the motivation and inspiration to write this book. The writer in me appeared when I was probably eight and wrote a few short stories. My father was very impressed with it and shared with his friends who also appreciated it. Then I came up with another idea, which was to publish something in a newspaper. Someone told me that it’s much easier to publish your article as ‘Letters to Editor’. The next problem was what to write about. Mostly you’d see letters about political issues and as a kid you don’t understand that well. Back in those days, a TV soap Opera Rajani was very popular and viewers would write a lot about it in the newspapers. I didn’t have TV at home but I prepared my letter to editor about Rajani after reading it on the newspapers only. Really I can’t describe my feeling when I saw my article printed in a newspaper under letters to editor. Later the competition, the social pressure to settle down in your career and then professional engagements never allowed my writing journey to take its full flight. You may also call them excuses. But the bottom line is that I wanted to be a published writer for sure. The journey has started and It’s just the beginning of what I hope will be an eventful and a memorable journey.

  • Tell us something about yourself?

I find this question quite difficult to answer. Everyone (it’s not about me) has so many roles and so many talents but you’d probably want to hear what really matters in this context. I’m a son, a husband, a father and an engineer. In a day I tend to change from one role to the other and I tend to wear them perfectly.

After completing my engineering from IIT, Kanpur I started working in the corporate world and got a chance to visit several places around the world as part of my job. Coming from an educated family, I grew up with books so books are a passion for me. I’m a person who is never satisfied with the present and always think about the future…to do something new. May be this is an abstract introduction about me but that’s how I am and it helps me as a writer.


  • What or who is your inspiration behind your debut novel, Pinto has an Idea?

The biggest inspiration is Pinto…a character I never met in real life but I’m pretty sure a person like him exists. There are a few other things as well which motivated me to write the novel. In India, people want to become engineers, doctors, professors, businessmen, film actors and what not but I haven’t seen people talking about becoming scientists as a career. So I decided to do something different and make a scientist my lead character. I also found that there are several novels available in the market about romance in engineering colleges. So the challenge was to write something new as well as entertaining, interesting and humorous. Finally,  with so many problems in the world, how can we address them in an entertaining fashion? That was another motivation for me to write and inculcate innovation, humour and romance altogether.

  • How long did it take you to complete your first draft?

I completed the first draft in 6 months but I completely threw it away as there was no story in it. It was a non-fictional book. I got some very constructive feedback that it’s better to write a book which has a story in it, that completely changed the direction of my writing. It took another year to finish the book…then a fiction romance novel was born. The good part was that I literally destroyed the previous draft so that the flow of the story is very natural. When searching for a good publisher I kept on improving the book which became a blessing in disguise and made me work another one year. So it’s hard work of 2.5 years at the very least.

  • Tell us your journey as an author?

Most people never knew me to be a writer so, they couldn’t believe in the beginning that I was planning on writing a book. Even my family in the beginning thought this is yet another idea which will go away after some time. So I had to do a little hard work to convince people that I’m going to be an author. In fact, people in my friend circle knew me as an amateur singer rather than a writer. Then the biggest challenge was to find a publisher. I’ve mentioned in several other interviews that it was the toughest task so far in the book writing process…especially sitting in US and searching for a publisher in India. In fact, I can write a book about the publishing process.

Finally hard work, a bit of luck and a lot of patience paid off. By God’s grace I got one of the most renowned publishers.


  • What are your expectations from your book?

Just like any other author, my expectation is that readers like my novel, it entertains them and I get inspiration to write another book soon.

Also another item in my wish list is that the book is circulated to as many as cities, book stores, readers, libraries and to every nook and corner. I know it’s not possible for the first book but with the backing of my great publisher I’m confident that the word will spread soon.

So far I’ve gotten a tremendous support from my readers so am really thankful to them. The book was out of stock on Flipkart after a few days.

  • Which is your favorite character from the book and why?

Obviously it is Dr. Pinto. Pinto gave up his shining career to change the society through his innovations. He is intelligent, passionate and has a very special characteristic in his personality i.e. he can convert his laziness to opportunities. One can understand that point only after reading the book. Also he is not a perfect man. At times he ignores his family and gives more preference to his work without understanding that he is Dr. Pinto just because of his family.  Lavanya’s character is equally important. She is a lady of courage, firm determination and a person who likes to do what she feels right without thinking about consequences. India is not a great country for divorced people especially for ladies. It’s very inspiring to see how Lavanya, a divorcee, faces the world and still achieves things a normal person could not.

  • A message you would like to share with the readers.

Every one of us has a Pinto and a Lavanya in them. I’m just trying to awaken that spirit. You just need to think a little bit out of the box and you can change the world.

Now even if you don’t want to do that, just enjoy Pinto’s and Lavanya’s journey through this book. One of my readers rightly said that ‘Pinto Has An Idea cannot be bound to a genre.’ I’ve tried to make sure that the book is for all, so no matter what age group you are in (as long as you are 16), what background you have, whether you are looking for a casual read or an intellectual interaction this book is for you.

Please shower your love.

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Title :                  Pinto Has an Idea

Publisher :       Bloomsbury India

The Story :

Young Pinto has from his childhood been an out-of-the box thinker, finding solutions in his everyday surroundings to a myriad ancient global problems. A certain machine he invents in his childhood makes him a hero in his village but it’s not sufficient to change the mindset of naysayers for Pinto to pursue his career in hardcore science.

Pinto Has an Idea is the tale of Dr Pinto, a small-town boy, an IITian and a scientist working in MIT, who suddenly experiences a life-changing revelation in the early days of his research, throwing away his work on theoretical physics and setting out to solve the practical everyday problems of the world he lives in.

Returning to his native India, he finds his noble quest beset by unexpected adversaries, obstacles and trials, but emerges triumphant from each battle.

Pinto does not like to appear a romantic person, and keeps women at bay. But when Lavanya returns to haunt his life, and eventually shoe-horns him into marriage, he obligingly falls in love. Because Lavanya is not just a pretty face, she’s his partner in research. And Pinto, a newbie in romance, discovers a whole new craze.
But life takes directions never aimed for. Pinto is on the road to becoming rich and famous. He invents a mechanism to eradicate corruption in the land, and in that process moves towards politics. That impinges on the couple’s relationship so severely that Lavanya disappears suddenly without telling Pinto. Why does she leave their child with Pinto? Will he lose his greatest ‘idea’, Lavanya, and thereby, himself? Sure, Pinto’s ideas bring dramatic changes to society. But how much romance can a scientist handle as well?

Rajeev Saxena, in his debut novel, shows you just how much.

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Movie Review : Newton

Starring : Rajkumar Rao, Raghubir Yadav, Pankaj Tripathi, Anjali Patil

Director: Amit Masurkar

Genre : Dark Comedy

Story:  A government clerk on election duty in the conflict ridden jungle of Central India tries his best to conduct free and fair voting despite the apathy of security forces and the looming fear of guerrilla attacks by communist rebels.

My Take:

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Like many others I pray this movie wins the Oscar 2018. For those who don’t know the movie Newton is the official entry to Oscar 2018 from India under the category of foreign films.

There are many things which makes the film stand out and the foremost is its rawness and simplicity in portraying its characters and their situation. Although its a dark comedy but the plot will make you think hard about our democracy.

Dantewada, the naxal infiltrated region of Chhattisgarh for over three decades now hasn’t faced its chance for basic development even today. The lives of the people, Gond tribal face similar neglect and torture at the hands of both Maoists and the armed forces. Everyday in the local newspaper or TV channels some mishap or the other is reported from that area.

Its not that the government and other agencies are not doing anything to culminate these communities into the mainstream. However, the facilities never reach them or better said it is never meant to felicitate them. The schemes and endless perks sanctioned to them is safely pocketed by the middlemen who sometimes happen to be the government employee or a politician. These people come up with endless ways to exploit the already downtrodden communities.

One case here needs to be mentioned. A group of tribal students were brought to the state capital of Chhattisgarh, Raipur on the pretext of providing higher education under the government scheme ended up as domestic servant in the school director’s house. For two years the boys were exploited and they never knew about it. Tribal girls in the hostel are raped repeatedly by the college director and principal. Sadly, there are more stories like this where the tribal are exploited.

Newton movie shows the plight of these people in their own homes, their basic right to vote also doesn’t account for where survival itself is a big question. Yet we are the largest democratic nation of the world. The film is a mockery to our election procedure and frankly it is the truth. Even many of us who are reading this post may not be aware of the local politician in their own locality. I am one of them. I still don’t know who the person is and how much development has he/she done for our block.

Like PTM meet in schools where we tap our child’s report throughout the month shouldn’t we be tapping our political leaders also so that we are not made fools at the end of the term.

Nevertheless, NEWTON is surely going to rock 2018 Oscar award with its rawness and blunt portrayal of lives of people of the naxal infiltrated area of Chhattisgarh, be it the tribal, the armed forces or the Maoist.

A dialogue to remember from the movie, “Yeh desh ka bhar hai aur ye hamare kandho pe hai.” Salute to the Indian soldiers.

Watch it for the comic timings in the most serious situations.



Title : The Adventures of Ernie Fish518MLxeeo1L

Author : Sudesna Ghosh

Genre : YA cat story

Blurb: Say hello to Ernie Fish, the famous cat expert and his two cats Giri and Garby. And there’s a dog too. Join them on their adventures as Ernie Fish’s own cats prove his theories wrong, give him advice, and even sing! Every short story in this collection is full of meow.

My Take:

So you love cats?

Great! Then this book is meant for you. With cat expert Ernie Fish the author takes you to a roller coaster hilarious bumpy ride mentoring cats with the help of his pets. Of course Ernie Fish knows his job as an cat expert however, he faces many embarrassing situation because of his pets Garby and Giri. And joining in the gang of cats is Gugulu, the friendly neighbour dog.

The language of the book is narrative and is a collection of short stories. A very short read recommended for anyone who loves to interact with furry buddies.

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“One of the biggest challenges that any author has to face while writing a historical novel is to hone the language to match the period.” – Sumeetha Manikandan
Today on our guest post we have Sumeetha Manikandan, one of the top

Sumeetha Manikandan

bestselling romance author whose novellas ‘Perfect Groom’ and ‘These Lines of Mehendi’ (which was published as a paperback novel called ‘Love Again’) have been on the top of Amazon India charts ever since its publication. A bookaholic, thinker, feminist and a daydreamer, she reads across genres and is a crazy fan of history, romance and science fiction novels.

Her latest release Ponni’s Beloved is the work of English translation of one of the best classics of Tamil literature, Kalki Krishnamurthy’s Ponniyin Selvan.

How difficult it was for you to do the translation because recreating the same magic with words in a different language is not easy especially when the book has stayed with book lovers for generations?

The first thing that anybody ever told me about translating was that ‘how can you write this classic in English?’ ‘How would you capture the nuances of one language into another?’ Speculation was endless as was criticism. Even today, I tend to read some passages and wonder whether I could have written them differently. I guess it’s a struggle that all translators undergo.

One of the biggest challenges that any author has to face while writing a historical novel is to hone the language to match the period. That said, one needs to be careful that they do not go overboard with their ‘thy’ and ‘thou’ (especially if you are writing a dark age or medieval novel) because today’s reader would find it disruptive. The other extreme of this argument would be to write novels where well-known historical characters utter words such as ‘dammit’ ‘bloody’ ‘What the F@#$’ which totally spoils the book for the reader.

Finding a middle ground here is very important. The language needs to be formal and yet must not be too archaic and nor it must be too modern. It needs to be fusion of neutral and formal – perfect enough to remind the reader that they are in a certain era in the historical timeline.

As a reader, I had to abandon many a book for this reason. The only times I have really persevered is when the plot is good enough to stir my curiosity that I chose to endure the bad language just to find out what happened to the protagonists in the end.

Ken Follet’s Pillars of Earth makes a great example here. Basing the plot in 12th century, the author doesn’t use archaic language (the kind for which you need a dictionary to consult for every other word) and yet he cleverly ushers us into medieval England and soon we are worried as to who would rule over the Kingdom.

While perfecting the language was just half the struggle but getting the humour right was important too especially in Ponni’s Beloved.

Ponniyin Selvan’s hero is a muti-faceted character. He was not only brave, courageous, daring and rash but also quite funny. His interactions with the rest of the characters results in situational comedy, eliciting peels of laughter from the readers.

That was the biggest challenge that I had to face. What might seem funny in tamil might just fall flat in english so I had to work around the language a lot and write many versions until I could get it right.

I will be the first to admit that much is indeed lost in translation. So those readers who can read Tamil must enjoy this classic in its original language.

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Kalki Krishnamurthy’s Ponniyin Selvan is a masterpiece that has enthralled generations of Tamil readers. Many authors have written phenomenal books in Tamil literature after Kalki Krishnamurthy, but Ponniyin Selvan remains the most popular, widely-read novel. It has just the right mixture of all things that makes an epic – political intrigue, conspiracy, betrayal, huge dollops of romance, infidelity, seduction, passion, alluring women, unrequited love, sacrifice and pure love.

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“I have brought important information for all of you. That’s why I asked the noble Sambuverayar to invite us all here. Maharaja Sundara Chola’s health has been steadily deteriorating. I secretly asked our royal physician, and he says that there is absolutely no chance of his health improving. His days are numbered. And it is up to us, to think about the future of the royal throne.”
“What do the astrologers say?” asked one of the noble men.
“Why ask the astrologers? Haven’t you seen the comet that has been appearing in the sky, for the past few weeks? They say whenever a comet appears, there will be death in the royal family,” said another.
“I have asked the astrologers as well, and they say that the king might live for some more time. Anyway, we will have to decide who should ascend the throne next,” said Pazhuvetarayar.
“What is the use of discussing that now? Aditya Karikalan was made the Crown Prince two years ago,” said one of the noblemen.
“True. But before he took that decision, did Sundara Chola consult any of us? We all have stood by the Chola Kingdom with loyalty and have sacrificed our sons and grandsons in the battlefield. Even now warriors from each of our clans have gone to Elangai to fight for the Chola Kingdom. Don’t you think we deserve the right to be consulted about who should be the next heir to the throne? Even King Dasaratha asked his council of ministers, before deciding to crown Rama. But our Sundara Chola didn’t think it necessary to consult anyone…”
More about the author
An avid reader of historical novels, she has been translating Kalki Krishnamurthy’s classic Tamil novel Ponniyin Selvan for the past ten years and hopes to translate more of his novels to English.
Sumeetha is married to filmmaker K.S. Manikandan and lives with her nine-year-old daughter in Chennai.”
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“I am a writer who steals hidden inspirations from real life.” – Jatin Kuberkar

Today on the Blog Guest Post we have with us the software engineer turned author Jatin Kuberkar. They say,take an ounce full of imagination and a scoop of humour. Mix them well. Now put a few teaspoons of feelings and emotions and simmer until it smells good. Add spices for taste. Put the mixture on the platter of dreams and garnish it with a few peanuts of desires and some herbs of passion – that’s all it takes to be Jatin Kuberkar.

Jatin Kuberkar


Jatin is a software engineer by day and a passionate writer by night. When not tangled in software codes, Jatin likes to express his inspirations in the form of poetry, short stories, novels and essays.

Author of two other books, Rainbow Dreams, a collection of poetry and While I Was Waiting, a collection of short stories.

Today Jatin is going to share his inspiration behind his new release, Cabbing All The Way.

How did Cabbing All The Way happen?

We were a group of 12 people working in the same company, living in the same residential locality but travelled with different means to our workplace that was 40 kms away. I was a part of this crazy ‘shared’ cab group idea that was ‘invented’ to ease our daily travel pain. None in the group shared a similar interest, except for the NEED of travelling together. The journey went on for four long years, with adjustments and compromises…This is just what we do in our life, is it not? We don’t look for permanent solutions, in fact there are no permanent solutions!, we solve a problem just for the moment and move on to the next one…we try to get the best out of every present moment rather than waiting for a perfect one…it works until it works and the rest is uncertain. This was pretty much the same with the world inside our cab.

I am a writer who steals hidden inspirations from real life. So, at a certain point in our journey, I realised that this story of daily struggle for survival, in the wrap of humour, need to be told to the world.In 2013 I started compiling incidents and experiences into a book, for this one I maintained handwritten notes. Almost a year later, I had enough material but the climax. The ending of the story came to me in a special way. That was a time in our cab when quarrels, misunderstandings and frustrations were at an all-time high. Work at office was also demanding. The cab service itself was not functioning promptly because our regular driver had left.Every day we would talk about giving up on the cab. But, we managed the situation in an excellent way and the cab survived – this gave me an idea for the climax.

More about the author

He lives in Hyderabad and adorns polymorphic forms in his personal life as a son, a husband, a father, a friend, a mentor, an observer, a critic and the list goes on… He is an ardent lover of Hyderabadi biryani and is a worshipper of chaai. If granted a boon, Jatin would love to learn magic from Hogwarts and fly around on a broom stick.

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Twelve people agree to an idea of running a shared transport service from a common residential locality to their out-of-civilisation office campus. Twelve different minds with equally diverse personalities gel with each other to fulfil a common need. At first, the members collide on mutual interests, timings, priorities and personal discipline, but in the course of their journey, they become best friends, make long-lasting relationships, mentor and help each other on various mundane matters. The journey goes on fine until one day some members try to dictate terms over the group. The rift widens with each passing day, the tension surmounts and finally all hell breaks loose… Will the journey continue? Fasten your seatbelts for the journey is about to begin…
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“Ma you take care of yourself.” Madhavi cried hugging her mother.

“You could have stayed back my child. Who will take care of you there?” Dida sobbed.

“No Ma. Anurag needs me and after all it is matter of few months now. I am prepared.” Madhavi said.

“Take care of yourself. I don’t even have the right to stop you after marriage. Though I suggest you could ask Lakhi if she is willing to go. I am more concerned about Misry than you. Lakhi would be of great help to you.”

“That will be great support Ma. I will surely ask her.”

Lakhi agreed to spend few months with Madhavi and was ready to go.

Misry too met her cousins Dia Ria and exchanged goodies. The twins were teary eyed and hugged her back.

The scene inside the house was nothing less than the Vidai scene of Pallavi Mashi’s marriage where even Dadu dropped a tear from his eyes.

It was again another such moment in the house. Whole family came out on the road and waved back at them till the cycle rickshaw, Misry’s family had boarded, disappeared out of sight.


Few months later

“Lakhi Mashi where is Ma gone?” Misry asked.

“She is gone to the hospital to get you a baby brother.” Lakhi replied.

“Hospital? But she had said she will get me one from the market?” Misry said.

“Oh is it? But now a day it is no longer available in the market, its only hospital.” Lakhi replied.

“I want to see the baby.” Misry begged.

“Yes dear we will go together tomorrow in the morning. Now sleep down dear it is already very late.” Lakhi said.

“But Lakhi Mashi, Daddy doesn’t know that Ma has gone to the hospital. Have you told him?”

Anurag was sent to Punjab on Special Duty few weeks back. The entire nation rocked due to ethnic violence. But men in uniform have no time to look behind for their family. Restoring peace and harmony had always been foremost for them. Salute to their wives who are so strong willed that even in situation like this they know how to take control of themselves and let their men march away for the cause of nation without any frown on their forehead.

Lakhi wondered if ever Anurag could be given the news. Though she had informed Madhavi’s parents about the same and they were on their way.

Dadu Dida will reach by tomorrow sweetheart. You better catch upon your sleep now.”

It was the first night when Misry slept alone in the bed without her either parent. It was very disturbing for her but she didn’t share it with Lakhi whom she didn’t know that well then. The little girl turned to the other side as Lakhi patted her to sleep. Tears rolled down her eyes as she felt the vacate space in the bed where her Ma and Daddy slept. It was also the longest night she ever had. But eventually sleep overpowered her.


Early morning

Misry felt a tickle on her cheek and opened her eyes with a jolt.  Anurag was cuddling her.

“Daddy! When did you come?” She asked hugging him happily.

“While you slept sweetheart. Now I want you to quickly get ready to meet your baby sister.” Anurag said. He was sanctioned leave for a week. As soon as he got Madhavi’s message he drove down to Delhi and took the first flight to Calcutta and after driving all night reached hospital early in the morning. After meeting his wife and newborn child he had come home.

“Baby sister?” MIsry was surprised.

Anurag nodded.

Misry dressed up quickly and went with her Daddy to meet her baby sister.

There she lay, just beside Ma, wrapped in a towel, like a small red doll. Misry was awestruck with the first glimpse of her baby sister. She looked so real, just like the Talking Doll she so much awaited. Now it was all hers. She too could show off her Talking Doll like Honey and Boney. She remembered Dia Ria and started matching the baby’s features with hers. She touched each part of the baby’s face and compared with hers.

“What are you doing sweetheart?” Madhavi asked lovingly.

“Ma does she look like me? Her hands and feet are so small?” Misry asked.

Sona, she is very small now. You will not be able to make out now. Once she is a little older she will look just like you.” Madhavi replied.

“How do you know Ma? Did God use the same mould like Dia Ria?” Misry asked innocently.

Madhavi and others present in the room started laughing.

“No dear! But I can make out that her nose looks the same as yours. Both are flat.” Anurag added.

“Ghee!” Misry grinned.


Few days later

“Ma what is Lakhi Mashi doing to the baby. She is crying so much.” Misry asked little worried.

“Oh! Nothing to worry sweetheart! She is just giving a massage to the baby.” Madhavi replied trying to finishing her kitchen work fast.

Misry peeped inside the room. Lakhi Mashi was sitting on the floor with her feet stretched ahead of her and the baby lay on top of it, naked. Lakhi Mashi was dabbing oil on her from a small bowl and giving her a massage. The baby was wailing like never before but Lakhi Mashi won’t stop. She massaged her legs, her hands.

“Why are you putting so much oil Lakhi Mashi?”

“Because it will make her strong.” Lakhi replied.

Misry watched her attentively. Lakhi was massaging the baby’s small belly, head and finally her face. Mashi’s expert hands pulled out the baby’s nose to perfection.

Misry asked promptly, “Why did you pull baby’s nose Lakhi Mashi?”

“So that she has a sharp nose, just like your Ma.” Lakhi replied.

Misry’s hands immediately touched her own nose.

She quickly went to the dressing room and looked herself in the mirror. She checked her nose. It was flat and Ma had said the baby’s was too. And that made them look alike but Lakhi Mashi was changing that.  No way was she going to allow her or anyone to pull her baby sister’s nose.

From that moment onwards, every time Misry found her baby sister alone she would go and press the baby’s nose a little to flatten it. Sometimes the baby cried out in pain too. The elders thought it to be sibling rivalry. Naughty as she was, they thought she was hurting the baby intentionally. So they tried to keep the baby away from her as much as possible. There was a big list of Do and Don’t for Misry that she had to follow in order to go near her baby sister. But obviously none of it was followed by the elders.

The poor girl was disheartened. She found herself too lonely in this saga. Meanwhile her baby sister was getting all the attention in the house. Even Aunties came to meet her, talk about her, cuddled her and spent time with her. That she didn’t mind much, as much as, Madhavi’s behavior.

The new mother was obviously so busy with her new born that she could not give enough attention to Misry who was more or less at the mercy of Lakhi or the Orderly. Her parents could not come down as planned due to the ongoing turmoil in the country and Anurag had gone back to Punjab a week after her delivery. So Madhavi was also not in good frame of mind and she was irritated on slightest provocation.

All the circumstances had pinned Misry down so hard that her joy of owning a baby sister, her Talking Doll, had washed down the drain. She now hated her little sister for all the neglect she was bearing. She behaved indifferently.

Later, when Madhavi noticed her daughter, she felt pity and guilty of herself. She hugged Misry and kissed her affectionately.

Sona I love you so much. You are my world and you know that.” Madhavi said looking into her eyes.

“Then why am I not allowed to sleep with you anymore.” Misry asked.

“Just because you should have a better sleep and join your school the next day. See your baby sister doesn’t let me sleep at night. Always cries and she will wake you up dear. I don’t want her to disturb your sleep.”

Misry understood and hugged her back.

“Oh my Sona. When will you GROW UP MESSY?” Madhavi murmured.



Sona- darling



26 stories in 26 days. I am attempting very very short stories series with GROW UP MESSY – The sweet sour story of a 5 year old girl.

You can read the other post in the series here.

With today’s post I have come down to the end of the #atozchallenge. It was a marvelous journey that started on the first of April and continued every day except Sundays for the entire month. In this journey I had the pleasure of hopping so many new blogs with so many new themes that it felt like a fest. I also befriended few bloggers who are there to stay on my friend list forever.

GROW UP MESSY – had been possible only because of your encouraging comments and likes.  I thank you all from the core of my heart but without these names I will not do justice to this series. Thank you Kala (, Lata (, Richa(, Vishal (,  for joining the entire journey and Inderpreet ( for sharing this blogging challenge with me.

“GROW UP MESSY” does not end here. Catch up with her new adventure soon.




“The house is looking so vacate. It seems just like yesterday.” Dida said thinking about Pallavi Mashi’s marriage.

“Yes Ma. All guests are gone too. It was such a grand gala for the last two weeks. Now it seems empty.” Madhavi replied.

“We will be going too by tomorrow. “Surabhi added.

“You could have stayed a few days more Didi?” Madhavi said.

Na, Re. Not this time. Your Jamaida cannot afford any more leaves. You come down if it is possible.” Surabhi said.

“How can I, in this condition? I will go home straight from here.” Madhavi said.

“Why are you girls discussing on leaving home? I am already upset with one married off recently.”Dida cried.

“Oh Ma! We didn’t mean too. We miss you so much.” Madhavi hugged her.

Sitting of the bed Misry saw the entire Ma-daugter drama. She started laughing.

“Hey you little girl! Come here and give me a hug.” Dida said to Misry.

Misry hugged her back.

“You naughty girl! What made you laugh, huh?” Dida patted her.

Dida, all Mas are the same. When their daughter leaves, they cry.”

“Not just your Ma sweet heart, you will cry too, when you are wedded off like your Mashi.” Dida said teasingly.

Nah. I will not cry.” Misry replied.


“Because I know whom I will marry.” Misry replied.

Ke re! Now only you have chosen the man you want to marry?”

Misry nodded with a smile.

“And who is that lucky chap?”

Ke Abar! Superstar Amitabh Bachchan. ” Madhavi revealed the secret.

“Oh My God! Misry….” Dida said teasingly.

Misry smiled shyly.


Sunday evening

“Come on guys hurry up. They all will turn up in a minute.” Soma said to the girls.

“But Ma. I cannot eat it so fast.” Dia Ria answered.

“Finish it now! I don’t want to hear in the middle of the program, that you are hungry. Okay?” Soma snapped.

Both the girls nodded and giggled.

The excitement was all about the Sunday movie on Doordarshan, T.V channel. Since the time T.V moved in the house, evenings were quite fun especially the Sundays.

The neighbors joined in with their families to watch the feature film together in the house. It was a similar evening and Raja’s family along with few more families from the colony had come down to watch the movie which was about to start.

Sitting arrangements were made like the cinema hall with the elders taking the chairs and the children sat on a rug on the floor.

The movie started at its stipulated time and there was pin drop silence in the hall. No, not just the hall it was the house too and the neighborhood too.

None could take their eyes off from the T.V set as long as the film continued. It was Rajesh Khanna and Sharmila Tagore super-dupper movie, Aaradhana. People were watching it on T.V for the first time. Many had watched the film in the movie theater but it spins the magic every time it is watched.

The duo had some lovely song pictuisation in the movie and the numbers are a hit even today. None uttered a word or flicked their eyes while watching the movie on T.V. Everyone was mesmerized by both movie and T.V.

Couple of hours later there was half an hour interval break. It was also the time for evening news broadcast. So more or else people were limited within the hall of the house.

Only ladies went to the kitchen to prepare some evening snacks for the guests and others.  Luckily they had prepared everything beforehand and it just needed little frying and dressing before serving everyone. Children loved munching during the interval break. Tea was also served along with the snacks.

The movie resumed in time.


In the neighborhood

Horiya had all hopes of laying his hands on something big today. With the winters set in people were generally indoors by early evenings and the streets deserted by late evenings. He was sure he wouldn’t have to wait till late night to steal anything.

Horiya was a thief who stole petty things like fishes, poultry, eggs and all that. He made good money selling them in the market for his livelihood. Since it was dead winters, working late nights was difficult and moreover, evenings were good enough to complete the job. That would give him enough time to catch upon his sleep at night too. And maybe he could grab something good for dinner as well.

With that in mind Horiya had jumped over the wall of Dadu’s house. His eyes were on the hen pen and the earthen pot hanging from the date palm tree. That would easily fetch him good money to live at ease for few days.

He had already decided to climb the date palm tree when he heard the song from the movie,

“Kora Kagz Tha Yeh Mann Mera……”

Die hard Kishor Kumar fan as which he was, he forgot what he had come for and walked straight towards the source of the music, the house.

He saw the music coming from a box kept in the hall and surprisingly it was also showing Rajesh Khanna and Sharmila Tagore movie. Of course he recognized them but he could not believe his eyes. He had always watched them on big screen in the cinema hall and here they were in black and white in a small box. He peeped inside and saw half of the colony sitting inside the hall, glued to the T.V.

He thought whatever that box was called, it was magic and he was drawn towards it too. He neatly spread his gamcha on the verandah outside and took his seat from where he could get a clear view of the T.V in the hall. He enjoyed the movie without anybody’s notice. He had completely forgotten that he had come to steal.

In the interval when everybody was served snacks and tea, Misry noticed that one person sat unattended in the verandah. By that time the movie had resumed.

Misry told her Dida about it who in turn thought that it must be some servant from the neighborhood watching T.V sitting outside.  The lady went back to the kitchen and brought tea and snacks for that man.

When Dadu saw her taking the cup outside the hall, he asked, “Where are you taking it?”

“There is a man sitting outside, watching T.V.” Dida replied.

“Who is there?” Dadu asked.

“Hoojor, I am Horiya!” The man replied.

“Horiya?? Who Horiya?” Dadu asked.

Horiya come to his senses. He knew if he was caught now, he would be handed over to the police. He raced for his life.

Watching him run Dadu shouted, “Thief thief!”

The men ran after him but could not catch him. They returned shortly and checked if anything was missing in the house.

Dadu was glad that nothing was stolen. They resumed their movie. When it finally ended they were all praise for the T.V for averting the mishap and Misry too for noticing the man first.

Madhavi thought with pride, “Don’t GROW UP MESSY!!”



Na, Re- No                  Ke re- what                 Ke Abar- who else

Gamcha- traditional cotton towel


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