The Unruled Notebook

When the going gets tough, the great ones party!!!  We are a bunch of people who live up to these words. When blogadda introduced the Game of blogs, initially I thought it will be something to do with blogging in a different way but never expected it to be something which lets us connect, create and collaborate. It has been an amazing journey so far.  Although we had our ups and downs, we were able to create a story which we all loved reading.  There is so much to tell and so little words, so here is a short video on our journey so far: Team Writers' Den and the Game of Blogs Journey The song in the video is one of my favorite songs from the movie Twilight - A thousand years and I am totally obsessed with it. :) Here is the link to our story so far  - Chasing the Shadow Team Writers' Den Thank you! 

Team Writers' Den Previous Chapter -   Res ipsa loquitur Want to read the story so far? - Game Of Blogs - Writers' Den He could see her directly ahead through the shimmering blue glass window of Cafe Hafooda in Saket. The afternoon sun streamed along from the western side, casting long shadows across the table. Cyrus glanced up at Jennifer and then down at his mobile.  JJ liked Cyrus but she had a lot of questions in her mind. What was he doing? Secretly texting someone? Investigating without her help? Trying to solve something before someone else is on it? She was on this case with him. She wanted to do this for herself and for that little child and may be something more than she could comprehend. Whatever was his rationale, JJ decided to confront him. She spun herself around, sat down and found herself face-to-face with Cyrus. There was a sparkle in JJ’s eyes and Cyrus’s were menacing with thirst. Her tattoo seized Cyrus’s attention most. He was transf...

Team - Writer's Den Chapter 1: Mens Rea by Mahesh Sowani Me and my team are participating in ‘ Game Of Blogs ’ at  BlogAdda.com . #CelebrateBlogging with us.   In a place where rain strikes and strikes rain, one evening, an eerie silence took over the churchyard as the dense lid of the night closed upon the horizon. There was a jarring silence which would scare anyone, but JJ was above all this, or so she thought. Trying to stay behind a hedge in the shadows of the overhanging coconut trees, she sped through the yard heading towards a leading daily – News Today’s office. JJ alighted from her bicycle and detached her camera in a swift motion from her sling bag. She wore a quirky red and yellow flannel shirt tucked in her denim shorts and heavy boots which almost touched her knees. She carried off a multi-stranded grey pearl neck piece with a palm-sized feather and diamanté pendant, and she conveniently resembled a gypsy punk. A dusky skin tone which sh...