As we grow up we collect tales...tales which get lost in the dark lanes of our memory. But they are special, they are worth recollecting. In the heart of the most spirited city Mumbai, these are those lost stories of a girl. A girl who is a wanderer, who dreams to conquer the exotics of her country and beyond. She has opinions which she wants to voice, she loves cinema, she loves reading........these are TALES Aritra wants to TELL.......
Let the sun shine on my shoulder Let the pains sublime The jingle bells are ringing already For sure it is celebration time Your secret Santa has gifts for you Gifts gay and bright It lays on you to fetch that glee So run to merriment upright Let work take a back seat Let haters put to mute Its the time to rub shoulders with joy Because twinkling eyes are cute If your socks are empty Kitchen devoid of the aroma of bake Look around for inspiration There is something for all to
The fog weighs heavy on the dew at dawn The fallen leaves make a yellow carpet on the green lawn Trees suddenly have shed all shame It trembles to the fiendish wind like the hands of a dame... Suddenly the blanket has gained importance The smell of coffee beans is beyond resistance Smiling marigold and other flowers around Metamorphosed the air to gaiety profound... It's time to unfold the glory of winter With a glass of wine just complete surrender As the aroma of cake escap
Celebrations are a frame of mind and a good venue is essential to nurture those thoughts and make a special day worth remembering. And so we scan for a destination that is apt for our requirement each time. Now Mumbai is a city for awesome night-life, so options were many. We just happened to choose Blue Frog recently, a famous pub of South Mumbai and this post discusses our rendezvous with the same. The Blue Frog Club Blue Frog is a very popular destination for people lookin
As I open my eyes to a morning of festivity As I open my eyes to joy and gaiety. Corporeal free-spiritedness touch my inside To face rough life, I feel I am ready. As autumn strikes my land of colors As autumn spreads its hue. The sky turns an intimate blue How jollity strikes my life of race, I certainly have no clue. My ear imagines the rhythm of “Dhak” As my nose smells divine smoke. My triple eyed Mother is soon to reach me As my being will in celebrations soak. With the