Photo prompt:- Bikurgurl

The day had finally dawned, but she wished the sun wouldn’t shine. Ritu  had moved from her hometown to this new city to pursue her higher education and now she was cursing herself for the decision. Everything in this new city frightened her off her wits. Right from its broad roads, people who kept to themselves, huge vehicles & their drivers who drove with a vengeance.

Cooking is all about mix and match, similar is life ,the enormity of her granny’s  words dawned upon her. Similarities fail to add the required seasoning, promised herself to make the best of her stay in her city.

Acknowledgements :-Thanks Bikurgurl for running the challenge. The challenge is to write in about 100 words based on the photo prompt. For more details please refer here. Thank you all for stopping by and reading.




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  1. Her gran had great advice — it’s all about how you dress it. Your perspective, your attitude, can make all the difference. It took me years to learn that in real life!! Thank you so much for joining us again this week 🙂

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