Dal Chawal – A comforting hug in a bowl.

A few days ago, I was running through a wild schedule. Being the uptight paranoid freak I am, all my guards were up. I was on fight or flight mode. Dishes had to be done. Cleaning was glaring down on me. I was behind my writing schedule. Work was a clusterfudge. On top of that, the groceries I had bought were waiting for their bath. I was on the verge of a monumental breakdown when I gathered myself up and started cooking the meal of the day.


During this chaos, I sat myself down and helped myself with a serving of dal and chawal. Why not? If I don’t look after my needs, no one would! And then the unexpected happened.


Dal Chawal, a comforting hug in a bowl. I underestimated the power of what a warm bowl of spiced lentils mixed with rice could do. It reminded me of my mother’s warm touch and a smile crept on my face. At that moment, nothing mattered. I was invincible. All I needed was a hug to fight through.


With my belly warm and energy levels back on track, I was fighting through all my work lists, one at a time. So yeah, Biryani is amazing but have you had Dal Chawal when the world seems to be shutting down? No? You should. 🙂


So, my dear readers what makes you feel at ease? What is that one meal that is so UNDERSTATINGY DELICIOUS?

A beautiful bowl of Dal Chawal

What if your sister never existed?

She is not real! You never had a sister, son.”

Shayan, what has gotten into you..?

Are you certain?

Ridiculous, are you seriously asking if your mother is sure whether or not she gave birth to another child?!

B-but…”

No, buts! Set out these crazy ideas out of your mind!

The disoriented man turned pale and rigid as his body fought the eerie sensation.

“She was not real…” The words were projected like bricks sinking in his stomach.

Misery did love company.

His phone rang. A shriek, unable to smoother it, esccaped his lips the moment his phone flashed a picture of his sister.

She’s calling me…

Shayan nabbed his arm desperately to wake up from his nightmare. His calloused hands slapped his face, over and over until the only ringing he heard was of his ears.

Crimson red. A color that matched his eyes and pleading face. He was torn between his reality and the actuality his parents had portrayed.

How long had it been since his parents left? An hour? A day? A week? A sense of time seemed to have slipped out of him but his phone never stopped ringing.

Then his front entrance unlocked and Shayan pushed himself into the nook of his living room. His eyes remained glued on the door.

A silhouette made an appearance, inching towards his perplexed body.

“Hiba…” He whispered in a state of shock, contemplating whether to embrace or to run from her.

“Shayan…” He felt the tenderness of her body around his, like a caterpillar safe in its cocoon.

His happiness was short lived and his fear right back on track. He shuddered against her.

“Shh… it’s okay, I’ve got you…”

“You’re not REAL! LEAVE ME ALONE!”

“What…?”

“Mom and dad told me… You’re not real…”

“Shayan… they have been… d-dead for two years now…”

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Goodread’s DescriptionMeet Pepper, swim team captain, chronic overachiever, and all-around perfectionist. Her family may be falling apart, but their massive fast-food chain is booming ― mainly thanks to Pepper, who is barely managing to juggle real life while secretly running Big League Burger’s massive Twitter account.

 Enter Jack, class clown, and a constant thorn in Pepper’s side. When he isn’t trying to duck out of his obscenely popular twin’s shadow, he’s busy working in his family’s deli. His relationship with the business that holds his future might be love/hate, but when Big League Burger steals his grandma’s iconic grilled cheese recipe, he’ll do whatever it takes to take them down, one tweet at a time.

 All’s fair in love and cheese ― that is, until Pepper and Jack’s spat turns into a viral Twitter war. Little do they know, while they’re publicly duking it out with snarky memes and retweet battles, they’re also falling for each other in real life.

My Review: Oh my word! This book was insanely adorable and I can’t keep gushing about it! The past few days I have taken upon myself to read the cheesiest cutest books ever, and this one sure does top the list. 

I found both the character’s extremely relatable while Pepper tries her best to study and get ahead of the game, Jack struggles with his feelings towards his family. He deems himself to be the shadow of his twin and the one who is left to always pick up the pieces. 

Through a series of snarky comments, tiffs, and memes, these characters start getting along and eventually develop feelings for one another. But each of them has an internal battle that they must fight. Pepper takes it upon herself to close the gap between her mom and her estranged sister.

“I can see it too. That I don’t belong here. That even after all this time and everything I’ve done, the things I’ve pressed and organized and pushed into myself to fit into this place, home is still somewhere a thousand miles away. Farther than that, even. Because that version of home doesn’t exist anymore.”

And Jack has a similar realization considering his twin thinks Jack is the GOLDEN TWIN! Ha! What a turn of events!

“I don’t even make it to the bed, sitting on the floor for no real reason, really, except the bed seems too comfortable, and I don’t deserve to ride this misery out in any kind of comfort.”

I loved how Pepper and Jack (HOW CHEESY IS THAT ALREADY?!) didn’t portray a happily ever after but a we are happy for now.  

I admired Emma’s writing style without going deep into the dark, she managed to talk about a few serious topics. 

We’ve got our whole lives to figure things out, for starters! And some adults still have no idea what they would like to do or be. It comes with time and experience 😊

Also, if anyone wants to make her Monster Cake, I’ll link the website. Bake it for me, please! Haha

“You can’t just casually tell someone you carry caramel sauce around and walk away like that’s a normal thing”

I am still very curious where and how Pepper roams with her caramel sauce! Please do read it, it will surely put a huge smile on your face! 🙂

My Rating: 4/5. Good read!

Current Read: Red, White, & Royal Blue

Happy Thursday, beautiful people! 💜

This week I’ll be taking a short break from writing. I’m trying to prep myself up for NaNoWriWo!

It’s right around the corner and I’m extremely excited to participate in it. (And nervous too!!)

First timer here! If anyone wants to add me up, it’s periwinkle.pens on NaNoWriWo!

In the meantime, I’ll be uploading book recommendations and my current reads.

I was so excited to get my hand on this book!
Three chapters in and I absolutely love it so far!!! (Can you tell how excited I am?!?!)

Has any of you read this book? Are there any other LGBTQ+ book recommendations for me? Please let me know in the comments.

Would you be participating in NaNoWriMo?

Until then, take care guys! And stay safe. 💜

[WP] You involuntarily bring back souvenirs from your dreams, simple things like a flower or some dirt, an article of clothing, a paintbrush. This morning, you awake next to another person.

Adam Levine’s high pitched voice broke me from my deep slumber. Stereo hearts. A song that filled me up with joy and compelled my legs to dance to now was set to rouse me from my nightmares.

I dreaded waking up each day, given that the night before I must’ve done something erroneous. As hard drinks replaced my daily hydration requirement, my brain was no longer in command. Constantly foggy and absent-minded, irritation became my new nickname, a stride away from aggression.

I watched my body drain before my eyes, no longer being able to keep the food down, meals lost its meaning. Now I survived on continuous drinking and throwing in a greasy pizza once in a while. If it were up to me, a tap of Johnny Walker would’ve been mounted in my house. Though my “lifestyle” was already too expensive to aspire for such dreams.

I started waking up with strange items in my bed. It commenced with a fistful of dirt. For a month, I woke up in grime. Insects crawled over my skin from the topsoil, invading my body as if I was stagnant. I might as well be. A month later, a ‘stop” sign showed up its neon torching my retina to day. By then I was persuaded when I was drunk someone was pulling some sick prank on me. That fiasco continued for weeks before leaves showed up, then broken bicycle parts, then traffic lights… and now, a boy.

The second I landed my eyes on him, my jaw twitched open. Did the drunk me do something I would repent? My heart pumped against my chest cavity, barely holding itself inside.

No, no, no. You’re an asshole, Charles, but not a pedo!!

A sigh of relief washed over me when my clothes were still intact, no sign of promiscuity involved.

He was dressed in a T-shirt that was a little too small for him, and shorts that barely extended to his knees. What captured my eyes was the dried brown spots around his body and clothes. Was that mud? It had to be mud! The boy seemed perfectly healthy otherwise.

My first instinct was to shake him out of my bed, but the sense of serenity that washed over him during his slumber was somewhat contagious. A little mischievous smile played along his lips when he was snuggle up against the side of my pillow. His brown hair concealed most of his facial features, was he a boy? Did I assume he was a boy?

The alarm went off once again, internally I thanked Lew Wallace for the ever-hated snooze button. The boy flickered his eyes open slowly, hazel eyes landed on mine and both of us froze in place. It couldn’t be. It could never be… This is the first time we’re meeting!!

“How could you…?” His words cut something deep within me, something I could never admit. His betrayed gaze was pinned at me.

How could I have done that?

Now that the boy had sat up, I could see it the facial trauma, especially on the left side of his face. I couldn’t stomach to look at him any longer. I am a coward. I was a coward. I could’ve rescued him…. when I ran over him and his bicycle three years ago.

Inspired by u/Rivviken