Mistalee

Not all boys are cool,
Hot,
and can flirt like a pro.

Most of them are lame,
Stutter,
take hours to master a quiff,
Or even obsess over a certain sadistic anonymous writer on BumbleB, an online reading platform. 

But life isn't just food, guitar, lame jokes and BumbleB.

And crossroads in the name of a forgotten childhood friend, a strange BumbleB writer and new friends might just be what Varun needs to learn the meaning of Life.

Or probably not.


Crossroads | A Young Adult Novel

Unlike all the other times, Kiranya replied the next second. 


BookManiac12: Don't tell me you're sulking. 


Well, if moping around my room and strumming horrible tunes in my guitar while thinking about how mean my childhood friend has become is considered as 'not sulking,' then I sure as hell were doing a great job. 


And again, I wasn't the greatest liar out there. So I typed a neutral response. 


 Booktrovert: Don't talk to me. Go away. 


If it was the little cute girl who looked at me hesitantly in the park all those years back, hearing that sentence, she'd look at me with huge eyes while twisting the hem of her skirt, her lips spilling sorry after sorry. 


But seems like Kiranya wasn't that girl anymore. Her reply had no ounce of regret in it. 


 BookManiac12: It's hard to go away when we live a block away from each other. Meet me in the park yeah? 


f i v e [ p r i n c e c h a r m i n g ] - part 2