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

SERIOUSLY, I THINK KIRANYA IS one of those clumsy klutz who trips on thin air. I've seen her tripping when there was a good one feet between her and a bench so it wasn't surprising how she was sitting under the shed which serves as the bicycle parking, her right handing holding her left hand, whatever that let her off the coach's hook, hiding behind a black cardigan. 


It's thirty two degree Celsius right now and there she was, wearing a cardigan. What the hell is wrong with her? 


I glanced at Yuvan as if he had grown a second head. "Dude, why would you ask that?" 


Yuvan shrugged, trying to look indifferent but it failed miserably. 


"Your first day here and you go straight to her and start talking as if you knew her since forever. You think I'm oblivious to those glances you throw her way? Even now... you're looking at her." 


This made me laugh out incredulously. "She's my friend!" 


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