My list of 15 books(and series) everyone should read

  1. “The fault in our stars” by John Green
  2. “The Harry Potter” series by J.K. Rowling
  3. “To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before” series by Jerry Han
  4. “Percy Jackson” series by Rick Riordan
  5. “The Heroes of Olympus” series by Rick Riordan
  6. “Salt to the Sea” by Ruta Stephys
  7. “Ram Chandra” series by Amish Tripathi
  8. “If I stay” series by Gayle Forman
  9. “Iron fey” series by Julie Kagawa
  10. “Missing” series by Meg Cabot
  11. “Hunger Games” series by Suzanne Collins
  12. “Trust me” by Rajashree
  13. “A will to kill” by R.V. Raman
  14. “The canyon of souls” by Ronald Malfi
  15. “The reunion” by Simone van der Vlugt

What is your favourite book?

Not My Cup Of Coffee

So, Dalgona coffee. This coffee has taken the internet by storm. Apparently, it is supposed to be frothy and creamy and heavenly. I guess I’ll never know.

Why? because my only attempt at making it FAILED. Like, bad. I knew I am MUCH too late in the Dalgona empire(thank you teachers), but I still decided to give it a shot.

Just in case you have been living under a rock, this is what it looks like.

The recipe looked easy enough. 2 tsp coffee, 2 tsp sugar, 2 tsp water, whisk it all together and put over cold milk. How hard could that be? The recipe instructed to whisk for 8-10 minutes.So I started whisking the stuff together.

I whisked. And whisked. And whisked. I whisked until my arm hurt. Half an hour later, there was no froth in sight. The coffee mix was as liquid as ever. My arms hurt, so did my mind. That’s it, I thought, to hell with the coffee.

So, that was my epic failure at Dalgona coffee. Let’s just say that I ended up wasting 2 tsp each of sugar and coffee, not to mention half an hour of my precious time that I would have otherwise spent on Pinterest, goggling cute couples and getting pissed about my non-existent love life. *laughs nervously*

How did your cuppa turn out?

Yet another poem

Do not stand at my

grave and weep

I am not there.

I do not sleep.

I am a thousand

winds that blow.

I am the diamond

glints on snow.

I am the sunlight

on ripened grain.

I am the gentle

autumn rain.

When you awaken

in the morning’s

hush

I am the swift

uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in

circled flight.

I am the soft stars

that shine at

night

Do not stand at my

grave and cry;

I am not there.

I did not die.

-Mary Elizabeth Fry

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