Foodie, Moodie, Broodie.

The statement, “Tell me something about yourself” always freezes me. Like how do I define myself in a few sentences strung together? It especially makes me nervous too, because it takes me back to my job hunting days and the countless interviews I gave.

After three decades of life experience on this planet, I still haven’t mastered the art of talking about myself, but I’ll try.

Hi, I’m Manali Desai.

I’m a 33-year-old, happily married (huh?) woman (still a girl at heart). We do not have any children (at least not any that we’re aware of).


Who are you?

Making money by following my passion for reading and writing.

Always curious to know more, learn and grow.

Never shying away from helping someone who asks for it.

An admirer of nature and all that it has to offer.

Language and literature lover.

In this world to try and make it better in my own way.

Doer later, planner first.

Energized by people, their stories, and achievements

Silent when in turmoil and even when relaxing.

An advocate of self-love

In a constant quest to explore people and places.

Thank you so much Bhavna Narula for tagging me in this wonderful…


I’m nothing without you all

In a Creative Writing Symposium, where I was a speaker recently, one of the participant students asked me,

“How do I get over the hesitation of being judged for my writing?”

It’s an age-old question for any creative person and I answered them by saying,

“You never get over it. You just get used to living with it. The only consolation is that with experience and consistency in writing, you develop a certain confidence and a come what may attitude for feedback.”

This question also made me think of the purpose of writing. I write because

  • It's a way…


The way to move ahead and get out of this vicious circle was clear in her mind.

Trigger Warning: sexual assault

Akshay tapped gently on Kaya’s shoulder to get her attention. Before he could say anything, Kaya violently jerked his hand away and shouted angrily, “Hey! Don’t touch me without my permission!”

Akshay was mildly embarrassed at such a reprimand and more so because everyone working around had turned their heads curiously to see what had caused such a reaction from Kaya.

Akshay immediately apologized and said, “Sorry to have caught you by surprise. I just wanted to ask; shall we go for lunch?”

Kaya immediately felt guilty about her outburst and said, “I’m so sorry, Akshay…


Because feminism has become so synonymous with man-hating

Dear men,

Yes, I’m a feminist. And the first thought that probably came to your mind was, “Oh! she must hate all men.”

So, let me begin by saying, no I don’t. And yes, I do. No, because I was raised by a man, grew up with another, and am now happily married to one. So, no I don’t hate all men.

And yes, because, I do have strong opinions and animosity against those who think women are inferior to men. This, however, is irrespective of the gender of that person. …


A butterflies-in-the-stomach read

My Ratings: 4.3/5

Jobless and almost bankrupt Kajol Kapoor, lands on an unexpected blessing from her deceased grandmother. To convert this blessing into a dream project, she needs help from Mr.Oh-so-gorgeous of Chirag Malhotra, who also happens to be her best friend’s brother. Will Kajol be able to see her project through while trying to mask her obvious attraction towards Chirag?

Book details:

Blurb (as on Amazon)

Whoever said you can’t have your cake and eat it too, had yet to meet Chirag Malhotra. Born into wealth and fame, Chirag has a life many could only dream of. Constantly on a winning streak with the…


But always a homely feel

Do you ever wonder about books

and their possession?

We claim them to be ours,

but do they ever really belong,

only to us?

They might have passed so many hands,

Before they come to us.

Or get passed from our hands,

To so many who read them after us.

Even after they find a place

In our homes and hearts,

They’re never there to stay.

Someone might pick up and read them,

Anytime and any day.

We might someday lose them,

Or pass them on to someone.

Maybe even lend them to a person,

Who forgets to return.

They…


A story that teaches lessons about family, friendship, heartbreak, and healing.

My Ratings: 4.8/5

Jenny feels that her ‘happily ever after’ exists with herself and her mother Preeti. But her dreams are soon shattered and she finds herself feeling isolated when her mother remarries and Prashant enters their life. He is a strict disciplinarian who disapproves of almost everything that brings Jenny happiness. Uprooted from her old school and friends, she is drowned in her sorrows and loneliness. Jenny’s only solace is her new friend Jatin. He is Jenny’s junior in school, a popular boy who is everybody’s favorite but seems to be lonely too. …


Know-it-alls without knowing-at-all

Jinay had no idea it would lead to this. A few days back, when he decided to rant out his frustrations about the plight of necessities in the country, he was looking for a platform to get his frustration out.

He wanted to bring the concern to people’s attention. But the response he had got on that single post had brought him a name and fame he had neither sought for nor thought of.

But it did happen, and he enjoyed it while it lasted. He was a hero everywhere. …

A Rustic Mind (Manali Desai)

Poet, Author, Editor, Blogger, Freelance Writer & Book Reviewer @ arusticmind.com/

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