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Until we meet again, Adieu Fidèle Compagnon

Today has been an incredibly tough day for my family and I as our dearest companion, Leo has crossed the Rainbow Bridge.  Leo has been part of my husband's family since 2017, which is also the same period I was introduced to the family and over the years, he became an integral part of our lives. Leo brought so much joy, love and happiness into our lives. He was always there for us, offering comfort during difficult times and providing endless entertainment with his playful antics. Leo had an uncanny ability to understand our emotions, bringing a sense of solace and companionship like no other dogs. Losing Leo has left a void in our hearts and in our home. We find ourselves missing his warm greetings, the sound of his paws on the floor and the wagging tail greeted us whenever we returned home.  When we lose a pet as dear as Leo, it is natural for some people to overlook the intensity of our sorrow. However, the connection we forge with our furry companions runs deep and the los...
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The Darker side of Humans, as per Guy de Maupassant

I have first been introduced to Guy de Maupassant when I was 18 years old by my French tuition teacher. French was one of the main subjects I undertook for my Higher School Certificate and to be honest, I enjoyed it. Boule de Suif et les autres contes de la guerre  by Guy de Maupassant was one of  my favourites back then and still is. I believe that he was a Master of the short story form and he knew perfectly well how to emphasize on the themes such as war, the shallow values of the society and human villainy amongst many others in his works.  Whilst rummaging through my Husband's stuffs, I found the book of   Le Papa de Simon et autres nouvelles   by none other than Guy de Maupassant. I sat down to read it and between each stories, I had to take a small break to digest their contents. The vivid narration and description of the emotions is so intense that it requires you a while before you can continue reading. It took me back to my school days when I had ...

My A-Ha moment... never judge a book by its Title!

Every year I find myself coming back to my blog with the promise of writing more, but only to end up shattering the illusions of me being a blogger. Uggh. Such a disappointment to the blogging world! Tbh, I do write. I start up a lot of blog posts, but they all remain in the shadows of the drafts and will never reach the spotlight of my blog. Tragic! But, this is something I am still working on. So, without further ado, let me share about my recent  big aha moment . If you have been following me on my  Instagram Page , you must be familiar with my love for reading. I, recently, came across a blog post  Three reasons to re read your favourite books , by Amber, which triggered me to scrutinise my book collection. I believe that all readers are guilty of saying "I'll re-read my favourite books" only to find ourselves, opting for something from the endless TBR piles, because "why re read something I have read before when I can read something new" and enjoy the whol...

The Tizistwar of when I met Nanda Pavaday

 Hello there my beautiful people! Have you ever felt the thrill of meeting the person you’ve been following on social media for years? I did. So, today’s post is about the story of a fan girl meeting her favourite author for the very first time.  The story began in 2016 when the fan girl, that is, me, randomly came across a funny Facebook status that made sense.  An original status doused with witty humour or sometimes satirical humour, making more sense than anything else.  That, my friends, is not something you come across daily, unless you follow or you are amongst the Facebook friends of the one and only  Nanda Pavaday . I feel so privileged to be one of them since 2016. Nanda Pavaday is one of the finest authors in Mauritius. Why do I say “finest”? You know, the relationship between a chef and food, a musician and his instrument, a painter and his brush and paint… there exists such a relationship between Nanda Pavaday and words. He knows his way arou...