Strawberry Blueberry Cake

Have some berries in the house? Did you overdo it at the U-Pick Farm over the weekend? Well here’s an idea for what to do with them berries.


1/2 cup butter
1 cup sugar
1 cup flour
4 eggs
1 tsp baking powder
1 Tbsp vanilla extract
10 strawberries, washed, remove stems and slice (ours were tiny, use lesser if your strawberries are bigger)
Handful of blueberries


Cream together room temperature butter and sugar. Beat 4 eggs thoroughly and add to the sugar-butter mixture. Add flour while constantly mixing. Add baking powder, vanilla extract and continue mixing. Add 1/4 cup milk ( a little more if the mixture is too thick and difficult to mix).  Fold in the sliced strawberries and blueberries when the mixture is well mixed. Do not over mix after this step, else the berries will get mashed.

Now, pour into a well greased baking dish and bake at 375 degree Fahrenheit for 30- 45 minutes or until the top is golden brown. A toothpick inserted into the cake should come out clean,

Enjoy with a cup of tea, coffee or icecream. Happy eating!!


Flash Fiction 24

The termination was complete. Jia did not have to worry about the unwanted pregnancy anymore. 

She walked out of Planned Parenthood with a light heart. 

Her next stop was the orphanage. 2 years of foster parenting and endless paperwork later, Micah would finally be hers.

Jia was pro-life, after all.

Flash Fiction 23

The square erupted in fire. Screams and cries rent the air. People took to social media and the streets to decry terrorism and bad mouth a religion and its practitioners.

Elsewhere, the CEO and the executives of a defense company celebrated a record breaking year.

Both sides of this war were full of loyal customers.


“Crazy, this one is” said one nurse to the other when they looked at her multiple self-inflicted stab wounds to the stomach

She was indeed crazy with pain, but not from the stab wounds. No, the other pain was infinitely worse. These wounds would heal, there’d be relief from this pain, eventually. The other problem – no diagnosis for 3 years now, so no relief either.

Flash Fiction 22

She plead guilty to her husband’s murder. Her lawyer couldn’t understand her plea. They’d a rock solid alibi for her. “Why?” he asked her, incessantly

She thought about her father who had abused her all her adolescent life, about the husband who prostituted her to his debtors. “Because I want to feel safe” she replied.