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

"You're doing it all wrong," Kiranya whispered, tapping her pencil on my note. 


I looked down to see that I had used a completely wrong formula for the question and winced. I cut the entire problem and started from the start. We worked in silence for a few minutes before I heard Kiranya clear her throat. 


She was looking at me as emotionless as ever but my mind flashed back to her laughing face from the woods. My eyes trailed down to her lips which were in their trademark sullen look. But weirdly though, my heart rate picked up. 


"Helium," she whispered again and I looked away trying to shake images of Kiranya looking... attractive from my mind. 


I laughed. Or at least that's what I tried to do. In the end, I sounded like a five year old on sugar rush. I abruptly stood and started gathering my notebooks, stuffing them into my bag. Maybe I'd stop being like someone who's under the... happy stuff if I avoid Kiranya's brooding presence. 


e l e v e n [ r e a l i t y c h e c k] - part 1