Happiness is buying online jewellery

I wish I can make a meme, “That moment when you realise that the most searched item changes from books to jewellery!” and post it on Facebook. All thanks to my dear wife’s addiction to jewellery and artificial jewellery. Be it Google Search, or Facebook Ads, or whatever, her first priority is to search for online jewellery shopping in India. The moment she finds one, the next few hours she will explore all possible options in the site, and will shortlist at least a dozen items to hear my opinion. Without much option, I will view each one of them, and provide my review comparing with her previous finds. Most of the times, I give a negative review complaining one or the other missing features, but this site www.candere.com amazes me enough to write this post.

For a design fanatics like me, Candere website and their precious creations, is a treat to view and surf. I must confess that they have different ranges of products, from Diamonds to Gold to attractive Gems, from Necklace to Earrings to Mangalsutras for women, from Pendants to Rings for men, and from Bars to Custom Designs for all. What makes the site outstanding, is the way they present the best of their collections to the customers, with detailed information on category wise pricing of Metal, Gemstone, Making Charges and VAT, options to preselect between White and Yellow Gold, options to select the gold carats, which ultimately decides the cost of the jewellery, and helps you buy online jewellery at an impressive price. And for people living in abroad, Candere also accepts payment in Australian Dollars, Great Britain Pound and United States Dollars.

I have made my wishlist: two vakratunda ruby pendants, of the type “just initials jewellery”, made of white gold. I’ll be opting for 18 carat Gold, as the occasion is going to be special. Yes, I’m planning this gift for the third anniversary of our first interaction. I’m very sure that my wife is going to love this. Since they deliver in seven days from the date of order, I will be placing the order just before the special day. I’m super excited!

It’s your turn now. Browse through the vast collection of tempting yet elegant and eye-catching jewellery from your home and make occasions special. Remember Candere products come with Insured Free Shipping, Jewellery Certifications, 30 Days Returns, and Lifetime Exchange. The USP of the product is its bespoke international designs and it’s also available on EMI. Subscribe to newsletter option and enjoy 1000 INR off on your first purchase. Wonderful, isn’t it? Give it a try and share your experience in the comment section of this post.

The Rain

This post has been published by me as a part of Blog-a-Ton 55; the fifty-fifth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. In association with ​Rashmi Kumar, the author of Hooked, Lined and Single and Jyoti Arora, the author of Lemon Girl.

Sitting by the windowpane Sinamika stared at the pouring rain through the window, the road had become a stream, the trees and the plants appeared green and fresh, the dogs and cats, the cows and hens, became sick of rain, and there was no existence of life on the road.

She looked at her Father, Venkat, he was still sleeping in an easy chair, she had to wait for him to wake up, to sail the paper boats. Her favorite time pass on any rainy day. She looked again through the window; a car flew like a lightning on the road. She closed her eyes, calm, yet melodious drizzles, made her swim in the memories of last year’s rainy season.

* * *

Appa, I am going to sail my paper boats.” She stood up from the chair after making her paper boats. Her Father got up from the easy chair, brushed her hair, and said, “It’s still raining, dear. You might have to wait a while!”

She put up her long face – the drama queen – sat by the windowpane and waited for the rain to go away. Her Father came close to her, and said, “Maybe, we should try something else.”

“What should we do? Cook Pakodas and eat?” She frowned, looking down, without having any eye contact with her Father.

Amma is preparing pakodas and tea. She will make it ready in another thirty minutes. Till that time…” Cutting her Father short, she asked, “We will watch TV, is it?”

“No, Sina… We will go out and dance in the rain.” The moment he said this, she jumped on her Father, hugged him tight, and shouted, “You are so sweet Appa!”

Her Mother came out of the kitchen, saw them smile happily, washed her hands, and then she said, “But keep an eye on the road, Sina Appa. These days the car drivers fly like a rocket.”

“I’ll take care of her,” her Father assured. They went out much like the happy mouse after finding the new cheese mountain in the book, Who moved my cheese?

Sinamika looking upwards stretched her hands out, in the rain. She hopped clapping her hands in the rain; her Father too did the same. On seeing them out in the rain, the dogs came out of the kennel and the hens too, joined them and made sounds like one happy family. It was a picture perfect frame.

In about half an hour, her Mother came out and asked them to come in and wash their hands and legs, to have hot pakodas and tea, as she was almost done with the cooking part.

Sinamika ran out of the compound walls shouting, “No… No, I want to play more in the rain.”

They heard a big explosion. Her Mother ran inside to check if something happened in the kitchen, her father ran in next, stopped near the door, and called Sinamika to come in. She refused to come in.

He heard another big explosion inside, followed by a huge scream, when he went inside; he saw his wife caught fire because of the explosion of the kerosene stove. He quickly got a sack, and wrapped it around her, and rolled her down.

He heard a screeching sound outside, followed by Sinamika’s scream. He ran out of the home, only to see her daughter lying in the pool of blood mixed with water stream, hit by an over speeding car that passed through.

He broke down into tears. He composed himself quickly, knocked his neighbor’s door for help, took his wife and daughter to the hospital in the car.

* * *

Sinamika, her Father called her name loudly. She came back to present, tear drops fell from her eye, she looked at her amputated legs, and then her Father, “Can you take me out in the rain. I want to sail my paper boats.”

His lips curved a little, he made her sit in the wheelchair, collected all the paper boats from the table, and took her outside the home.

She took her first paper boat with the help of her Father, looked at the sky, “Amma, this is my letter for you. I want you to return after reading this,” she said and sailed her paper boat in the stream of water that led to the place called Hope.

The second was the letter to God asking him why He snatched her Mother away from her, the third was the letter to the Government requesting to find the car owner who took her legs away from her, the next was her secret wishlist and it continued.

* * *
She Hopes that all her letters get a response!
Will it happen?

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What’s Happening!!

It is almost a month since I published a post. Though only a very few friends read this blog, still I hate to leave this place empty. I can easily blame my hectic schedule or the season here. Yes, it is summer in Hamburg. Either I spend my weekends in a park (Stadpark) with Vidhya or I’m busy doing the household or the Hausaufgabe (Homework). Do you have homework to do? If this is your question, then my answer is yes. I joined German Integration Course last month. I have to complete my homework and revise the lessons (I just did once).

On weekdays, I start to office at 7 AM and will reach office at 7 30 AM. I have classes from 5 PM to 9 15 PM, and I reach home at 10 PM. I’m occupied 24 x 7, which makes me unable to post on this blog on Sundays. I can scribble a post like this every week, but for sure, it is going to bore everyone. I can post some photographs or quotes, but that will be same as what I share on Instagram. I do not want to repeat. At the same time, I do not want to keep breaking the promise I did to my friends at the start of this year. One post a week and to complete my books before the end of this year. I wrote until the end of March, after which I got busy. I tried my best to write, but I failed miserably. I do not want to be irregular. Going forward, I will write. The easiest option available is to write a haiku a week, post a few words I learn in the week, and pictures I take. I will try to keep it simple and interesting.

Lessons for the week:

Guten Tag – Good Day!
Guten Morgen – Good Morning!
Guten Abend – Good Evening!
Guten Nacht – Good Night!

Hallo! Guten Tag! (Hello Good Day!)
Ich bin Saravana Kumar Murugan. Wie Heißen Sie? (I’m Sarav. What is your name?)
Guten Tag! Mein Name ist … (Good Day! My name is)

Sie represents respect. (Formal). If you want to have an informal conversation, use Du… For more visit here.

Coming back to the post, there is a reason to start again today. Facebook just reminded me that Simran and I are friends on Facebook for four years. I got excited. I shared it on Facebook. I recalled a few incidents that happened between us. One of them was penning down a story with Simran titled “Rab Ne Bana Di Jodi”. It is getting published in the book, “A Little Chorus of Love”: a collection of short stories. I hope you people will enjoy reading the story.

Actually, I can write an essay about Simran, but for now, I will keep it short.

I’m lucky to have a friend like you, Simran. Thanks for everything.

Sharing a click I posted on instagram this week. Like it?

#eimsbuttel #waytohome #instagram #photooftheday #click #class #picoftheday #guesswho

A photo posted by Saravana Kumar Murugan (@iamsarav.insta) on

And to all my friends, thanks for reading this post. I will be back next week with an interesting post (I’ll try). Till then, take care.

Have a great week ahead!

Prost! (Cheers)