Don’t Reparo – #CleanUpCashOut with

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 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.

Sell your mobile phones, laptops, tablets and other gadgets on Use the coupon code CLEANCASH and you stand a chance to win an additional Rs.250 on the sale of your gadgets. Hurry now!

Disclaimer: All characters in this Harry Potter imagine/fanfic belong to J.K. Rowling.


Rocks will heal

Summer’s when seas gleam
cerulean folds lick stone,
they beam,
on their own.

Tiny limbs sands greet
make patterns rhyme,

Sway heartbeat
heal wounds with time,

Sea-foam resonates pain
larks stagger moan,
seems like eternal fame
might just turn to stone.

This post is a part of this week’s IndiSpire prompt: Do you like writing poetry? Bring out the poetess/poet in you! Share any of your poems. #Poem

Learn to Hope – The Story of a Suicide



The Story of a Suicide is not what you think it is, well, the title may imply a story of itself but you need to unravel the story that lies beneath the title. Six lead characters – Hari, Sam, Charu, Mani, Alex, and Anwar are intertwined in a compelling plot, the plot laid out by life itself. Sriram Ayer has exquisitely pieced this story, simple and crisp.

Homosexuality, love, rape, sexual abuse, depression, social media, feminism, male chauvinism, linguistic discomfort and best of all – just being a man and a woman, this book touches all of these topics and perhaps more. We can be sensitive towards all of the above or just some of them.

Love is a complication, a compromise and sometimes, a sacrifice. We do not choose whom we fall in love with, and that is the basic problem. Sam falls in love with Charu and he cannot help himself when he is overtaken by jealousy, rage and finally, a psychotic will to control her life (according to me).

Charu, the headstrong female lead does not disappoint at all with her sass and swag, paving her way for her. She has got a don’t-give-a-f**k attitude and you may think it gets her through life, but like all humans, more specifically, girls, she has a heart too. Though her rapid pregnant like mood-swings can really rake your nerves, her feminist approach to a lot of incidents in the book can really empower you. Ultimately, there is a brand for characters like her on everyone’s mind – Bitch. But she doesn’t necessarily have to be one, it’s all about how you construe her character. Her on and off relationship with Sam creates a turmoil in their lives. Question is, is their love enough to survive through anything?

Sam is your usual pain-in-the-ass techie who walks around the place with his head held high in the clouds. The hypothecated sensitive guy that everyone wants to date (not). It all comes around to how he realises his love for Charu is not all about her model-like looks.
In a romantic relationship between two supposedly equal partners, there is a constant urge to ‘dominate’ one another. It is the explicit deal that hovers over the love “bond” like a pendulum. Trust is lost amongst all the undesirable feelings and assumptions. People need to realise that they cannot own another person in the name of love and its likes.

Hari on the other end, a coveted son, a prized possession of his conservative father. Not all trophy-boys have a clean slate. We have all been caught in that state with our parents, with the fear of failing our parents riding hard on our shoulders. It is the recognition of our choices that awakens us in the end. Eventually, Hari gets caught in a crossfire and the repercussions of that “accident” are endless and he deems suicide as the only way out. But will Charu allow her friend to stray down that deplorable path?

Alex and Anwar vouch to help Charu out of her imperilment – A stalker! But will they, though? Read this story which intertwines six lives to bring about one of the most scintillating Indian novels. It is a noble attempt at highlighting the society’s pressing issues on a platter in the most desirable reading form – a novel!

Sriram Ayer has outdone himself with this captivating book. The most noteworthy part about this book is that they have these “how-do-I” segments at the end of each chapter which entails articles about the various topics the chapter deals with and how one can handle them in real life.  The momentum of this dynamic and intriguing story leaves you breathless and aching for more. With compelling and pictorial characters who are so convincingly brilliant, Sriram Ayer builds this story with finesse and flair.

How do we really cope in life, though, afraid of trusting the wrong people, constantly running away from who we are meant to be, making the worst of choices that get us nowhere! Learn to hope that we get better at making judgement calls, fail and fail until we trust the right people, there is always a better solution than suicide.

Check out the full story here –

Good Mornings to Gold Mornings – #colgate360goldmornings

Snuggled in a comfortable blanket and securely locked away in the warmth of my bed, mornings can be the most difficult time of the day. During winter, especially, when the body desires nothing more than to just sleep in and shirk all duties. My little girl makes sure that I don’t, also, my coping ritual is quite simple and it starts with a certain C and ends with OFFEE!

Before the steaming mug of the scintillating liquid touches my lips, I dare not forget to brush my perfect set of pearly whites with the all new Colgate 360 Charcoal Gold toothbrush. After all, my teeth deserve a clean and screaming waking up call like my body does with coffee.

What better way to really “awaken your body” than a good jog, it may not be the most ingenious solution, but it works like a charm, every time. This regular routine has been a part of my life for several months now and I desperately want it to last infinitely. The best part about the workout session is that you are never alone in Chennai’s very own Marina Beach. It is the prime hotspot where, practically, everyone comes to blow off steam.

The actual key lies in drinking plenty of water after you have worn yourself out. It helps to energize the body and you can really feel the thirst crawling up your tongue.
After I get back home, I try to mentally list out my chores for the day. It helps me kick-start things faster. Being a nocturnal person my whole life, it was difficult for me to change my entire lifestyle since my baby was born. I groomed myself to be more organised and prepared.

Breakfast is an elaborate affair in our home. It is mostly Idli or Dosa, coupled with scrumptious vadas and scorching sambar. Occasionally, we would dabble with creative sandwich stuffing.


With the all new Colgate 360 Charcoal Gold, my teeth have never felt more refreshed. It tethers to the needs of my gums, tongue and cheeks, leaving no room for bad breath or mouth cavities! The intricate design of the multi-faceted toothbrush itself seems to work the magic of it all. And that, my friends, is how my good mornings are turned into gold mornings.


Sugar Free Dessert Challenge – Strawberry Soufflé


It was one of those gobsmacking moments when I tried to make Strawberry Soufflé without the ramekins and it turned out perfectly well. I thought I’d share it with you guys as a part of this awesome Sugar Free Dessert Challenge. This was a surprise for my mom when she had come over to my place during the summer. She told me she loved it and I knew that I had done a pretty decent job. So, yay me! Here is the recipe of Strawberry Soufflé…


  1. Eggs – 2 (Separate the yolks from the whites)
  2. Strawberry Compote – 1 cup
  3. Fresh Cream – 1 cup
  4. Corn Flour – 2 tbsps.
  5. Sugarfree Natura – 1 cup
  6. Butter – For greasing the ramekins


Step 1

  • Take a mixing bowl and pop in the yolks, fresh cream and strawberry compote. Whisk it thoroughly.
  • Add corn flour and resume beating the mixture for a while.

Step 2

  • Whisk the eggs whites in a separate mixing bowl. Add in the Sugarfree Natura and continue to beat the mix until it forms stiff peaks.
  • Gently fold the strawberry blend into the egg whites until they are entirely incorporated.
  • Grease the ramekins with a little bit of butter and Sugarfree Natura. You can add some Sugarfree Natura into the first ramekin and transfer them onto the following ones as you grease them.

Step 3

  • Pre-heat the oven for about 180 degrees in Celsius for 10 minutes.
  • Place the mould-filled ramekins on a baking tray and slither it into the oven for 10 minutes.
  • After taking it out of the oven. Using a sieve, tap the Sugarfree Natura onto the souffles to garnish them and place freshly cut strawberries as well.
  • Serve it hot or chilled according to your preference.


Sugar Free Dessert Challenge

This post is a part of the Sugar Free Dessert Challenge