The writing prompts for #4 Tuesday’s Writings are: Coddle, Scold, and Coercive
The writing prompts for #4 Tuesday’s Writings are: Coddle, Scold, and Coercive
Mr. Weasley sat at the head of the table, elbows propped on the mahogany surface and scrolled on a rather old version of a smart phone. He was a proud owner of a second-hand model from the Nokia Lumia family as it was the only phone he could afford from the seller at Diagon Alley.
‘A sturdy fellow, this one!’ he always claimed and Molly just sighed. She bewitched the dishes in the kitchen to be washed and laid out dinner on the table.
Off late, he was hooked to Instagram and Twitter, constantly posting pictures of his muggle belongings and live tweets about the ministry raids. Safe to say that he was earning a lot of hate comments from the Malfoy family for associating with anything “Muggle” related. It was quite ironic because the mobile phone in itself was a muggle invention and the entire family flashed the latest model of the iPhone series wherever they went. Only the crème de la crème for the silver-haired pure-bloods of the wizarding society.
‘Kids! Dinner’s ready, we’ll be eating down here in the kitchen.’ *Flash* Fred and George apparated into the dining room with identical grins etched on their faces. Molly slapped the back of their heads lightly.
‘Just because you’re allowed to use magic does not mean you have to whip your wands out for everything!’ She heaved her chest and walked back into the kitchen.
*Tap Tap* Arthur gently struck his phone to try to make it work, unfortunately, it was stuck. Now, this was not the first time the smart phone decided to act funny, it’s been going on for weeks and he hadn’t the slightest clue about fixing it. Using the reparo spell only made it worse.
*Nokia Switch-Off tone* – the phone automatically switched off on its own.
‘What’s wrong, Mr. Weasley? Anything I can help you with?’ Harry sat down in the empty chair next to him with an inquisitive look on his bespectacled face.
‘Oh nothing, Harry, it’s just my wretched smart phone, decided to die on me so soon. I’ve had it for three years now and there were no glitches whatsoever. Only three weeks ago it began to act all funny, no amount of the reparo spell could fix it.’
‘Can I have a look?’ Harry extended his hand and signalled for the phone. Mr. Weasley placed it on his palm and waited impatiently. He tried to restart the phone using several methods he knew of, even googled some tips on the Nokia forums but to no avail.
‘I think it’s time to say goodbye to this phone, Mr. Weasley. I’ve tried everything I can but nothing seems to work.’ Harry sighed.
‘But who will buy a phone which is not even functional? I don’t think I can afford to get a new one right now!’ Arthur mumbled to himself as he realized his days of Instagramming and tweeting (on the go) will cease to exist.
Harry thought of a pragmatic solution and he hoped to God that Mr. Weasley would oblige.
‘Mr. Weasley, there is only one way we can sort out this issue. You have to sell your phone.’ His words thundered Arthur’s heart. Surely, there must be another way, he thought.
‘Are you absolutely sure, Harry?’
Harry adjusted his spectacles and nodded affirmatively. ‘No worries, Mr. Weasley, I know a website where you can sell your mobile phone within sixty seconds! You can #CleanUpCashOut at Cashify.in and it’s hassle-free!’ He beamed with excitement.
‘Oh, come on, dad, if anyone knows about selling muggle smartphones online, it’s Harry!’ Fred endorsed his idea.
‘Well, get on with it then.’ Arthur gave his approval and hoped for a reasonable offer. After all, he did want a more proficient mobile than the one that he had owned.
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Disclaimer: All characters in this Harry Potter imagine/fanfic belong to J.K. Rowling.
Summer’s when seas gleam
cerulean folds lick stone,
on their own.
Tiny limbs sands greet
make patterns rhyme,
heal wounds with time,
Sea-foam resonates pain
larks stagger moan,
seems like eternal fame
might just turn to stone.
Publication date: March 15th, 2016
Pages: 204, Kindle Edition
Links: Goodreads | Amazon India
Enter a world where demons fall in love with deities, the unquiet dead are exorcised with food, and the love story of a shape-shifter and an ordinary man ends in tragedy.
Featuring cross-dressing assassins, were-snakes, gods and goddesses, demonesses and asura kings, this collection of twenty-two short stories retells famous legends to serve up age old tales from Indian mythology—with a twist.
With footnotes and an afterword to each story explaining the mythology to casual readers, these short stories will delight lovers of the unusual.
“Isn’t it funny how trusting husbands are? How easily they eat the food put in front of them by their wives, without ever wondering if there might be something wrong with it.
You could mix anything in it, and they would never know.”
I stumbled upon Sudha Kuruganti’s blog when I was vehemently searching for some worthwhile Baahubali fan fiction. She had posted a bewitching fanfic titled ‘Elemental’ and I was bowled over. There was just so much depth and justification to each character in the description of the piece and that’s when I realized that I had to check out her book. Oh, and also, the book cover screamed badass women!
Growing up, I’ve always had a fascination for Hindu Mythology much to my parents’ surprise. It’s not like they banned reading material related to the genre but just surprised because I grew up in Dubai and they wondered where the sudden interest sprouted from. My neighbor next door from Rashidiya was a Brahmin and she believed in inculcating the Hindu culture from a very young age in her only child – Mithun. With this kid being tight with my younger brother, he was more than happy to lend us his brand new Ramayana cartoon disc. That’s where it all began and the rest, as they say, is history.
After resolving a bunch of annoying glitches in my Kindle account in correspondence with the Amazon tech support, I finally got my copy of Dark Things and might I say that it was worth all the trouble!
Dark things between the shadow and the soul is a compilation of twenty-two short stories based off of Hindu Mythology. There are five sections in this book with contemporary tales focused on the Vedas, Trimurti, Ramayana, Mahabharata, and Urban Legends & Myths. If you are a newbie to the Indian Mythology genre, then you just got lucky! Because there is an additional primer to all you need to know about Hinduism or Indian mythology. Bonus features include wiki-links to unfamiliar terms and footnotes at the end of each story with a gist of the actual myth.
To begin with, the title is positively intriguing and promising. The contemporary counterparts of the original characters were staggeringly justified in their portrayals, especially Parashuram, Surpanakha, Mohini and Amba (My personal faves). The varying shades of the respective characters intensified with the unexpected twists in each story. What’s not to love about this book when it has horror, romance, murder, psychologically thrilling elements and much more.
This book confuted pre-conceived and clichéd depictions of the characters you know and love. Sheer raw darkness was brought out in even the haloed characters such as Ram in To the victor and Surpanakha, the malefic demoness (we all know and hate) got to tell her side of the story. Be it the revelation of Sugreeva’s true intentions or Parashuram’s appalling vindication of his mother’s murder, both the scenarios maneuver to the characters just being human. Meaning, it reflects human emotions like jealousy and rage which were personified beautifully.
Best served cold was my personal favourite, hands down! By the time I was done with the story, my chest heaved with a primal gratification (you’ll know when you read it). Let me just say that it was one in the morning when I caught up to Storyteller and my reaction wasn’t a pretty sight (panting hard), nevertheless, I was ecstatic because it was a tale based on Vikram and Vetaal (freaking grew up with the cartoon series). As for Timeless, the final punch was quite poignant and immensely enjoyable.
Lastly, the language employed was competently satisfying and quick paced. Although I haven’t read many books based on Hindu mythology, I grew fond of this particular book almost immediately. Like I said before if you’re looking to give this genre a try, you better start with this one!
Note: The blurb is borrowed from goodreads.
Do check out Sudha Kuruganti’s blog for bonus stories from Dark Things and other cool fan fiction!
You can find magic wherever you look sit back and relax all you need is a book