Maahi Trivedi
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A 20-something baker trying to navigate her scattered emotions by typing them out online!
Stories (27/0)
The King of Summer
I refuse to believe anyone living in Mumbai can genuinely, truly love summer. Beaches, ice creams and barbecues are more of a December/January thing in a city where the coldest it gets is 18 degrees Celsius, if we're lucky. Summer mostly consists of sweating as soon as you step out of the shower, struggling to put on any clothes over your body as the muggy air clings to every pore of your skin, nearly crying if you need to step out of the sweet embrace of your air conditioner because no piece of clothing you own is small enough or thin enough for the vicious humidity and the unimaginable heat that makes you feel light-headed as soon as it hits you. Before I completely put you off of ever visiting Mumbai though, let me tell you the reason summer is still my favourite season; mangoes.
By Maahi Trivedi2 years ago in Feast
Inventing a Dragon : The Legend of Apala
Chapter 1 - Dragons and Dreams There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Meera was frustrated with her editor; why did there have to be any at all? It was bad enough that she was writing a fantasy novel, but dragons? What could she possibly write about that George RR Martin or JK Rowling hadn't already?
By Maahi Trivedi2 years ago in Fiction
Why Harry Potter is my Favorite Harry Potter Character
Let me preface this by saying that I am talking about the books and the books only. As an OG (and pretty hardcore) fan of the books, the movies have never been my favorite. After the first four, watching any of the movies with me is basically a test of my friends’ patience as I systematically and passionately critique every inconsistency and change in detail when compared to the flawless brilliance of the books (in my opinion of course, and keeping any JK Rowling controversies aside). But I digress; my love for the series is a whole other article, maybe even multiple ones. This one is all about the most underrated protagonist, and why he will always remain my favorite character from the books.
By Maahi Trivedi2 years ago in Geeks
A Killer Match
“Ajay, dinner’s ready, you can tear yourself away from the news for a few minutes,” Sonia called out, shaking her head slightly at her husband, who was, as per his daily 9 pm routine, glued to the TV. The obnoxious reporter was screaming at a local politician about something and was giving Sonia the beginnings of a migraine. Ajay barely acknowledged her as she set the dishes on the table, completely engrossed in the piece of news they were covering. Only the voice of his daughter Anaika tip-tapping out of her room in her high heels made him look up.
By Maahi Trivedi2 years ago in Fiction
A Tale of Two Mumbais
Kabir dropped his office bag on the floor and sank down onto his luxurious couch, loosening his tie. The huge grandfather clock in the corner of his way-too-big-to-exist-in-Mumbai living room read 11:49 pm. He absentmindedly fingered the platinum cufflinks at the end of his shirt sleeve and let out a deep sigh as his mind constantly replayed the evening he had just had. All these weeks of non-stop work, sleepless nights, files and figures and phone calls.... all for nothing. All to be brought back to square one. He glanced at the huge gilded photo of his parents hanging up on the biggest wall in the room, his father’s face forever looking down on him, forever judging. If this was an 80s Bollywood movie, he’d get drunk on the top shelf whiskey from his bar and give photo-dad an earful, he thought wryly, almost laughing out loud, with the emotion quickly turning into another heavy sigh. Maybe I will have that whiskey, he thought to himself, and slowly made his way to the bar, shedding his suit jacket as he went. He poured himself a drink, a larger one than usual, definitely a larger one than his father would have approved of, and walked out onto the huge sea-facing balcony.
By Maahi Trivedi2 years ago in Fiction
A Cupcake a Day...
What did you say when you were 5 years old and an adult asked you what you wanted to be when you grew up? Was it movie star, or a rock-star, a famous athlete, or the ever-so-simple, billionaire? Whatever cutesy answer you promptly provided (and let’s be honest, changed every few days) was met with laughs or hair ruffles, never taken seriously, never considered actual career choices. As for me, I always said pastry chef.
By Maahi Trivedi3 years ago in Motivation
The Secret Ingredient
Their usually immaculate kitchen (courtesy of a wife who was a professional baker and who had it drilled into her the importance of a clean working space) now looked like it had survived a small tornado. Dirty, sticky bowls filled the sink, chocolate dripped off the edge of the marble island and there was a cloud of flour in the air. Jamie found his wife in the middle of this chaos, herself covered in bits of batter and sugar, her hair falling out of its bun and framing her frantic face. She was flipping through an old recipe book and didn’t even seem to hear him walk in.
By Maahi Trivedi3 years ago in Fiction
Maverick
No no no no no . This was all wrong. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. Becka paced outside the barn, breathing raggedly, a crazed panic in her eyes. This was all his fault; he’d made her do this. If only he had listened. She would never forget the look he had, changing from shock to disbelief to incredulity, before finally turning into a mocking laugh. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go.....
By Maahi Trivedi3 years ago in Fiction