Jeffrey Archer's THE PRODIGAL DAUGHTER

Well, many people have already texted down the review on this very famous novel, still. Ever since I read it, I wanted to write on the "not so much talked about" petite thing that taught me about what it meant to be like "LIVING TOGETHER". 

Florentyna Rosnovasky!!

Name stands aloud but in my thought it stands louder when reckoned as Mrs. KANE !!

Florentyna and Richard love each other and decides to marry against the will of their family after being un-patronized. loped-off from their family, they manage to pull off their lives together, much like a sun.. Like we see, in a simple picturesque, sun-shining in all direction and yet so powerfully alone in his sheen.

Floryntyana decides to run for political offices for which she travels and travels all the way -round the poles. Not a single time I read anywhere that Mr. Richard at anytime felt uncomfortable with Florentyna’s time schedule, long working hours, tours or any complain regarding not being able to give time to her family rather a true rouser. They both are shown so responsible and understanding. They make sure they travel together every now and then, whenever possible, have stayed together. All this, touched my heart and soul.

Both are ambitious and have shown vehemence for their goals to achieve in their lives. And yet, yet they had this strong communication between them irrespective of their work locations. The bond remained same from initiation to end. Richard supported her through thick and thin till he breathed.

Another very cute story that touched me is a little paragraph from “the Past” of her childhood, how her little friend admits that she could not vote for her as she didn’t know how FLORENTYNA was spelled and was cautious if her teacher would reprimand her for same.  

IF the story was to be written in today’s time, the book might have transgressed different  strokes, right from her candidacy for political offices to presidency. Being faithful to Richard and being loyal and cognizant towards Edward definitely makes an impression that lasts . The characters make the story happen. Fantabulous way to explore how relationships work apart from the journey THE LEAD led.   

Rushali Ramteke,

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fursat mai

This is one of my dream project i wish to realize one day...ever since I heard this song, and heard of director's cut-an event of short movie making in ma college, i aspired to make a short-movie using this song. Owww !! The song is so special and so are the lyrics, Sunidhi Chauhan adds prestine eternity to the feelings of this song.                                                                           

Ek din fursat ne

thaame hath humare

le gayi us dagar pe

jaha rehti hai bahare

chal diye hum bhi ghar se 

hoke kuch befikar se 

dil tha apne bharose

hum the dil ke sahare

Raah mai mod aaya

roshni ho gayi kam

kuch dil ghabraya 

ke kaha aa gaye hum

aage us mod ke bhi

toh bahaare nahi thi

bhule kuch khwahishe aur

khwab the bas humare

bewjaha lag rahi thi

jab talaash humari

ik khushboo uthi aur

rut badal gayi saari

saamne toh khade the

failake baahein

jaise har dard mera 

khudme roke samaye

pal bada mukhtsar tha

tere seene pe sar tha

yun laga mar na jaaye

itni khushiyo ke maare

Run away

unwanted..place 

can't just I run away ?

unplaced..thoughts

Cant i be more cynical ?

unoccupied..quest

Can't I just be more desirous?

uncoquered..success

am I looser ? or am I a being played ? 

unvalued..presence

Must thr be a supreme power to dismiss the creep? 

unthinking..relations

Can't I be that lucky one ?

like they are .THE HAPPY SOULS !

unuderstood..efforts

Am I an abyssmal schum ?

unenjoyed fights

voice unheard

words tumbled

actions pantomimed

never the less cared

less of high spirits

more of lacrimal

money brings happiness

yes it does

as it's absence degrades the life,

For sure!

can I just not die, 

why can't I be a victim of it ?

who cares if its so early ?

am I a coward..

Oh ! Any senses ??

yeah ! yeah ! 

Let merry things let go by

Let the HIM bliss the destined

I am left besotted 

more of an onus

less of existence

and

ambiguty clears

fog dismissal

mazed and lost 

Basic one layer chocholate cake (brownie)

Ingredients
1+1/3 cup (150 g) all-purpose flour
1+½ cup (330 g) sugar
4 tablespoons unsweetened cocoa powder (2tablespoon for if you for light taste)
1 teaspoon baking powder
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
170 g butter (can also use less quantity if not butter freaky)
25ml boiling water
3 eggs

Method
1. Preheat oven to 350 deg F or 180 deg C
2. Line a 13 x 9 in (33 x 23 cm) cake tin with grease proof or other non-stick paper and grease the tin ( I used a bowl but do not consider bowl a good option if you go for double proportion)
3. Melt the butter in a saucepan put warm water in it
4. Sieve flour and baking powder twice
5. Add sugar and cocoa powder to it
6. Take eggs in separate bowl and Beat the egg very well until it becomes lighter and looks like double the original quantity. (As you do while making omelet )
7. Mix 3+5 +6+vanilla essence
8. Now blend this mixture in one direction ( either circular or 8 oriented) till it looks fluffy and smooth
9. Bake at 350F (180 degree)until a wooden pick inserted in center comes out clean, approximately 20-25minutes.
10. Cool the cake.
11. Serve it with vanilla ice-cream ( I used kesar flavor which didn taste good with chocholate flavor)

wallpaper

absence

the absence remain transient until filled by someone's presence..

Had it all

Let's talk this over

It's not like we're dead

Was it something I did?

Was it something You said?

Don't leave me hanging

In a city so dead

Held up so high

On such a breakable thread

You were all the things I thought I knew

And I thought we could be

You were everything, everything that I wanted

We were meant to be, supposed to be, but we lost it

And all of the memories, so close to me, just fade away

All this time you were pretending

So much for my happy ending

on the silver punk ..

sing.. sing..

beneath the milky twilight..

out on the moonlight floor..

spin spin..

make the fog light dance ..

Down by the broken treehouse
upon it's hanging tire,

Swing me
bring your brewed love,

Near the lake..

Smoke.. smoke..

Flitter the smoke across

See the world is shining , watching over you and me..

(The matter here is very much inspired by Avril’s song-kiss me, I am completely in an environ of guitar strings streaming mellifluously.. and hence a bit of add on from ma side)