Growing up, one of my fond memories was traveling across the country with my dad on official duties. He usually teased and called me his ‘briefcase’ which he carried around. From then on, the love for traveling was seeded in me. I wanted to see the world differently, learn new things, watch changes in weather, eat new things and much more. Traveling became a part of me that I would stifle in years to come. Continue reading “Travel Diaries”
I came across the picture below some days back and burst out laughing. Few things are able to describe me 100% and this is one of them. 😂
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So this year I have some exciting features I’d like to add on my blog. First is the birthday messages for any of my readers celebrating. Just send me an email (contact@daintym.com) or DM on Instagram (@daintymblog or @dainty_m) with your birth date and I’ll be happy to send you customized messages. Continue reading “DaintyM’s New Features!”
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Glad you came back for today’s challenge. In case you missed yesterday’s post, please click Here. Hope your day went well? If it didn’t, let’s hope some parts of this post make you laugh.
He was both the lantern and the lamb
He was the light
Clothed in a dusty frame
That still shone brightly
In spite of the darkness surrounding him.
Lost; staring at her as she slept so calmly, leaning on the dirty bus window. She must have been pretty exhausted as she slept immediately she got into the bus. She looked so peaceful, sleeping away all her sadness. She heaved a sigh in her sleep as though she had heard his thoughts. She tried to adjust in the uncomfortable bus seat while holding her arms around her shoulders, obviously cold from the heavy downpour a couple of minutes back. Continue reading “Night Files: On the Bus”
Growing up in a quiet neighborhood, one of my best moments was riding my bicycle around the serene streets. I and my friends often raced each other, doing so with hearty laughs and childish gusto. Riding was freedom for me, I had no care in the world, I’d just paddle on and on, round and round till mom called me home. Continue reading “DTM: Of Bicycles and Adulting”
