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I am an independent writer and multi-award winning blogger who writes on parenting, humour, fiction and general lifestyle topics. - Sid Balachandran

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From Aw’cheu, with love

From Aw’cheu, with love

  Dear Humans, I need to own up. Though I’m part of a species that has been around for generations, I am not from your planet. I come from the square-shaped planet – Aw’cheu (Pronounced as Ach-ooo; Yes, the same sound that you humans seem to make when you sneeze.) Thousands of years ago,  the …

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Tag, you’re it!

Tag, you’re it!

A word of caution before you go ahead  This is a “lovey-dovey” kind of post. Lots, and I mean, lots of love ahead. Maybe even a bit of mushiness. And yes, I’m vain enough to accept the appreciation that they have thrown at me. But I promise you, none of the feedback was “sponsored” in …

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The Journey

The Journey

Seven-year old Isla Bowd let out a big yawn – one that caused her eyes to water. She hated early mornings. It was bad enough when she had to do it every day for school. But she’d not anticipated having to do it during her holidays too. “If only we could have stayed back for a …

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The Surprise|Guest post

The Surprise|Guest post

  Pixie and I share a very strange friendship. We are rather close, discuss everything (and everyone …yes, beware!) under the sun (especially fellow bloggers/writers) and also leave no stone unturned trying to tease  and get one up on each other. “What’s strange about that?” I hear you ask. Here’s the thing. Pixie and I have …

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No. 728, Indira Nagar

No. 728, Indira Nagar

Satyamurti frowned as he heard the doorbell chime. Letting out a groan, he got up from the floor where he was sitting cross-legged offering his prayers. The door bell continued to ring persistently. “Coming!” yelled out Satya, as he shut the door to the pooja area. He ambled towards the front door, muttering how it …

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The Ancient Board

The Ancient Board

Part 1 : The Garage Sale Anna shrugged her shoulders and followed Erik across the beautifully manicured lawns. She glanced at the duplex house that adjoined the garage and wondered if and when they’d be able to afford a home like that. “Only if Erik stops spending all his money on random objects.” she mused …

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