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As if my Mondays were not manic enough with juggling motherhood, writing, a day job, domestics and legal antics, yes my case is still going on! I have now decided to embark on another venture by becoming an Ambassador for a company called Tropic Skincare. The company was founded by Susan Maa of the television series The Apprentice with investment from Lord Sugar.   I am still in the start up stages of this new venture but already I have gained so much from it, on many levels.   In this post I will talk mainly about my own personal benefits of the products. From my previous blog pieces my followers will know my life is not just busy but stressful. The products from tropic skincare that I have recently converted to, have not just given me a skincare regime. I have also adopted    a more holistic way of life.   The products are 100 per cent vegan and chemical free and work at a therapeutic level. The eye roll on for example has helped me with ...

      I am aware I have been quiet on the blogging front for a number of months now but life certainly has not been quiet. In the last few months many changes have taken place that have required me to put some old ghosts to rest, free karma and get to a point of acceptance.   I am now feeling lighter and energised with creative fuel again.   The following poem sums up the journey I have travelled in the last few months. The poem is the same title as the post.   Excess baggage inside, in whom could I confide? I had to let go, to be able to grow.   Living with the inner pain, was driving me insane. On that path I would not last, so I let go of the past.   To live I lost all will. And became ill. Each day I would dread, no will to leave me bed.   I lost my spark. There was only dark. Although there was insight. I could not see light.   So much still to be ...

Whether it is glamming up for the festive season or buying some last minute gifts, Select is the place to shop. There is currently a sale on with 50% off. If you are still stuck for gift ideas, at Select you will find cute little stocking fillers for as little as £3/£4. These stocking fillers include handy items such as winter warmers. The receipt of tacky, useless presents can be a problem. Select have a classic range of scarves, gloves, and hats etc which are a godsend during the cold season. The shops are mayhem at the moment; this is where the Select online store and facebook pages are handy. If you spend £20 or more there is free delivery. You can cover party clothing and Christmas shopping in one, without pushing through crowds of people, de-icing the car or worrying about parking. You do not need to limit the shopping to just presents for others, why not treat yourself and look glam for the festive season. There is a sale on tea dresses for a party for as little as £1...

Earlier in the week I performed at an open Mic poetry event at Duffy's Irish Bar in Leicester. It was very stimulating to meet such open minded people with a wealth of talent. I also pushed myself to a different level with the type of poems I chose to perform. They both not only had themes from my motherland, Assam, in the North East of India. I also recited a couple of stanza's of my second poem in my mother tongue Assamese. This is the first time I have written a poem in another language and it has inspired me to write more. Both poems will be posted on my blog, the following is the first one I performed. It looks at the theme of how the Assamese mark pretty much every occasion in life with a different type of song. These songs can be lullabies, for medicinal purposes, rituals etc.  The rituals performed during a woman's pregnancy and even when a child has smallpox, some type of song is sung. A Life in Song.  From the cradle to the grave, in sadness and joy. Darkn...

For the next month I will be going on my biggest writing journey ever. From tomorrow I will be undertaking the NANOWRIMO challenge embarking on 50,000 words of a novel in a month. I spent weeks drawing up a list reasons for and against. My against list was around the usual. Ongoing legal proceedings being the biggest bugbear.  At the weekend I started going through my scribblings and found an idea that came to me in a dream I had last year. How lucky I wrote it down!! I started doing some planning, character sketches, chapter outlines etc and there was my answer. I must do NANO this year, that novel is screaming at me to be written.   My reasons for not doing it were the same as previous years and would be the same next year, the year after and so on. The question I asked myself was am I really going to put my dream on hold for someone else? One of the reasons for coming out of that situation was to break that cycle.   I am happy with the writing proje...

I know I have been quiet for a while, that is because a slightly dark period has been going on in my life. There was a point where I even thought about giving up on my writing. Some very wise friends of mine reminded me that it is during these dark periods where writing is both therapeutic and often the best work is born out of turmoil. I am now at a point in my writing career where it is so deeply routed into me that it is physically impossible for me to give up. Last week I had periods when I was so weak that I could barely pick up a pen. Suddenly thoughts churned round in my head and a knee jerk reaction to these thoughts made me pen the following poem; Without Pain! I felt I was going insane and wanted to numb my pain. Not even thinking, into darkness shrinking. Letting my myself crash and burn, nowhere to turn. More than loss of control, destruction of my soul. Letting it build up, then suddenly erupt. No more tears to weep, I wanted to fall asleep. For it...

This post is a form of catharsis about my bitterness towards bureaucracy. From reading my previous posts many people will know what I am talking about. This is the poem I came up with that represents my state of frustration, based on observations I have made. The title of the poem is the same as the post title. The cry echoes down the hall, they can barely crawl. Just out of the womb, enter the tomb. Putting up a fight, stripped of their rights. What they lack in years they show in tears. Forced against their will, making themselves ill. Then those in power! Faces so sour! You have pointed the knife, playing god with life. Say anything, we are rude, watching a crumbling childhood. Within the cry, a voice, that wants a choice. Forget the book, open your eyes, take a look. To the children of tomorrow, you have brought sorrow. Death and destruction, is your contribution!