Digitalamawithrheea Stories

This is my contest entry for the #DigitalAMAwithRheea contest for the book The Body Myth (Penguin India). It is about a woman who seemingly has it all and yet, is going through a tough phase mentally.

The more she tremble, the more mysterious she looks... She is one perfect girl with all features... An apple shaped eyes with green shinning natural eyeballs... Shiny black hair adoring her shoulders.. perfect curves in needed place... Picturized jaw line which adds more sexy look to her face... She is damn one gorgeous piece ... God knows since when I was drooling over her... ####### Peep inside to know about that killing beauty... Story for writing contest ...

This is my entry for #DigitalAMAwithRheea for "The Body Myth" contest. Excerpt: * The woman was sitting on a park bench in West Point Gardens,where I came every sunday for a five- kilometer walk. She couldn't see me but I had to stop midstride to stare at her. I looked at her for three reasons. 1. Her face was twisted in contemplation; 2. She was wearing a beige kurta with a transparent golden dupatta; and 3. She was fucking gorgeous. I'm a woman who takes great pleasure in noticing other woman, in raw appreciation for our sex, but also as a comparative study. I could not,however take the time to asses her beauty. She was up to something strange. Her head darted behind and to the side. I was sure she was checking if anyone was looking at her. She was at the centre of a vast bamboo garden. No one else was in the garden. I was at the corner, out of her view. She looked back to the center, her facial muscles tweaked with confidence. She took a few deep breaths and stared to tremble. * Continued in the next chapter. I hope y'all like it. Thank you.

My entry for the #DigitalAMAwithRheea #1 in wattpadcampustalkscontest on 5/11/20 #1 in digitalamawithrheea on 8/11/20

This is Khyati Bhupalam and this is my entry for the contest

Contest Entry for 'The Body Myth' Challenge by Penguinindia. Excerpt : The woman was sitting on a park bench in West Point Gardens, where I came every Sunday for a five-kilometer walk. She couldn't see me, but I had stopped mid-stride to stare at her. I looked at her for three reasons: (1) her face was twisted in contemplation; (2) she was wearing a beige kurta with a transparent golden dupatta; and (3) she was fucking gorgeous. I am a woman who takes great pleasure in noticing other women, in raw appreciation for our sex, but also as a comparative study. I could not, however, take the time to assess her beauty. She was onto something strange. Her head darted behind and to the side; I was sure she was checking to see if anyone was looking at her. She was in the center of a vast bamboo garden. No one else was around. I was in the corner, out of her view. She looked back to the center, her facial muscles tweaked with confidence. She took a few deep breaths and started to tremble.

A random person's dream gets shattered and her hopes lost after an unfortunate incident in her life. This can be taken either as a relatable or a real life incident. This is one among the burning issues which needs to be looked upon in the society. Everybody gets old. Not everybody grows up. This is all about the unborn madness.

The Seven Social Sins are: 1. Wealth without work. 2. Pleasure without conscience. 3. Knowledge without character. 4. Commerce without morality. 5. Science without humanity. 6. Worship without sacrifice. 7. Politics without principle.

Encountering strangers is always a new experience. Just make sure you don't meet something unexpected.

This is an entry for a contest. Update: I am one of the finalists. Yay!

This entry is for digital AMA writing contest conducted by penguin india #DigitalAMAwithRheea

Entry for the contest #DigitalAMAwithRheea

This essay ,dedicated to my best friend ,is inspired by a song Beautiful Life from the Kdrama Goblin. I hope you will listen to it before reading the essay . I hope to show that beauty is in the eye of the beholder through this. I hope you enjoy it and critique it.

This is for the #DigitalAMAwithRheea contest being conducted by Wattpad. Disclaimer: The chapter consists of the next chapter from the excerpt of the novel 'The Body Myth' by Rheea Mukherjee.

As the women started to tremble, I just couldn't stop my legs to go and talk to her...,the saddened beauty,with big doe almond eyes, pink lips,looking innocent just like a new born. Peep into the story,to know about her sadness reason. Story for writing contest.