The Art Of Lying

I never bothered to read Mark Twain. People who know me would understand it. But horrors of horrors, I read him few weeks back after I was urged by my friend. And much to my surprise, I read it with interest. Interest because it wasn’t some lame poem. It was an essay titled “On the Decay of the Art of Lying.” Believe me, I wasn’t looking for validation of my lying habit. In fact, I hate to lie. I confess I’m not a saint and so I have lied few times, and I’ve always felt horrible after doing so. I felt horrible for two main reasons: for having a runny mouth that tends to develop a brain of its own when I’m nervous, and for shedding ethics – ethics that I try hard to live by – for short-term gains or for being scared of saying truth.

More Than Reading

Many of you would already know that I love reading. It's not the matter of books. It's more the matter about magic. I like to read everything - be it books, magazines, newspapers or anything else. But when I read romantic fiction, I'm on cloud nine. Literally.

Last few months haven't been what I had ever expected. To put it simply, they were horrible but lovely in some aspects. Lovely because I got to learn about myself more. My goals became more clear to me.

Coming back to reading, in last few months I nearly read about 30-40 books. And most of them were romance. Yup, I confess a romance-novel addict. They are like my comfort food. My nirvana. If I'm down and out, I read romance. If I'm tired, I read romance. If I'm mad at someone, I read romance. And if I'm alive and breathing, I still romance. Wonderful genre, isn't it?

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For You - X

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For You - IX

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For You - VIII

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Life

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I'm writing something personal after a long period of time, and when I say long, it's really long like an year or something. Weird, isn't it? Does this mean my life has been on a standstill since last one year? Or is it simply the case of laziness that I stopped blogging about certain facets of my life? To be honest, I don't know. I don't even know whether I'm alive or dead. But let me assure you that it's not the ghost who's penning this blog post. I'm breathing, and that too without any help of devices or medication. The only thing is, I don't know what I'm doing. And I guess, that's what life is, isn't it?

Evil Me III

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PS: This story is about a singer and her struggles. It's about at what lengths a woman goes to fulfill her dreams. What price she's ready to pay for her ambitions. So I don't want my readers to get scared looking at the length of the post, I am posting this story in 3 episodes, each episode having approximately words. This is the third part of the story. To read first part, click here. To read second part, click here.

As the luck would have it, he was married.