Showing posts with label Contest. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Contest. Show all posts

Tuesday, 3 December 2013

Berry Extraordinary

Breezers aplenty, flavours galore,
there’s one however, that I simply adore.
In a world so wonderful, it ain’t easy to choose one,
but the one I like is second to none!
This one is purple - the colour of royalty,
and to this drink, I pledge complete loyalty.
Only a few months of the year does the berry abound,
but the Crush is available all year round.
Who knew that this humble little berry,
would make a drink oh-so-extraordinary!
Not too fruity, tastes just right,
hits the right notes, ‘tis refreshing and light.
It makes a great way,
to unwind after a long day.
I have great memories of times of cheer,
with friends and family, near and dear.
Oh! Can you feel the rush,
of the Bacardi Blackberry Crush?


This is an entry for the Catch the flavor contest by Breezerindia.com

Sunday, 1 December 2013

Half baked love



This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 44; the forty-fourth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton. 





“There’s something in the air”, she said, crinkling her nose, as she woke up.

She was alarmed by the beeping detector and trickling fire sprinkler. Choking, she warily walked into the kitchen.

“That would be love, honey”, he said, holding a burnt cake in one hand while swooping her off the floor by the other.



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Credits

Image - Love in the air by Anand
Courtesy - Apple Blossom's Photography via www.blogaton.in


Monday, 27 May 2013

Life comes a full circle



The same routine – alcohol and women. Every weekend, for a year, since that horrific incident. It was the only way he could forget…

This weekend, he woke up, only to find all valuables from his house gone!

“That cheat!!!” he thought, as his eyes fell on a postcard. Neatly inscribed in Tamil, it read “Helpinghands Ashram salutes your generosity. Your contribution will be used for Selvi’s education.”

Beneath it, a picture of Selvi, whom he instantly recognized. The same girl he had orphaned a year ago, when he drove over her parents in a fit of drunken rage… A case his money had managed to buy…

So, who’s the cheat?