Sangeetha Kamath

  This is a reimagined version of the classic tale The Bridge To Terabithia . This is a part of my NaNoWriMo or the Novel Writing November Exercise .                 PATCHES AND PETALS   Leonie walked up the path to the Aarons' house , a sense of trepidation mingling with her curiosity. She had met Jesse , and the encounter had left her feeling unsettled. His parents, on the other hand, had been warm and welcoming when they spoke to her over the common fence separating the houses. Mrs. Aaron –Elaine had offered Leonie to come by every afternoon for lunch before she left for work at Page & Paige. Leonie was so delighted at this offer that would save her the time to cook a meal and then rush to the bookshop. As she knocked on the door, it swung open to reveal Elaine, beaming with a warm smile. "Leonie, dear, come on in! We're so glad you could join us for lunch." Leonie stepped inside, her eyes adjusting to the bright interior. The h...

  This is a reimagined version of the classic tale---The Bridge to Terabithia. This is a part of my NaNoWriMo or Novel Writing November exercise.                              CHAPTER 7                   ROSEMONTE GREENE  As the cabbie drove Leonie through the winding roads of the Lake District , the late afternoon sun cast golden streaks across the sweeping countryside and glimmering lakes. A quiet lane bordered by young birches and mature rowan trees came into view. At the end of it was Rosemonte Greene a charming old house nestled among the hills, overlooking grassy knolls, apple orchards and a small lake. The description had spoken of tranquility and views, but what caught Leonie's eye was the mention of farmhouses and nature trails in the woods . Stretching after a long drive, Leonie stepped out of the taxi in Lake Creek District , her slender frame cl...

  This is a reimagined version of the classic tale---The Bridge To Terabithia. It's a part of my NaNoWriMo or Novel Writing November exercise for 2025.                        BREAKING AWAY  The dinner, the table groaned under the weight of homemade delights – a steaming platter of Singapore-style Chilli Crab – succulent chunks of crab in a tangy, spicy tomato-chilli sauce, fragrant stir-fried Kai Lan with garlic and oyster sauce , delicate handmade Xiaolongbao filled with pork and aspic along with bowls of fragrant Thai Jasmine Rice .The scents mingled, tantalizing, but Leonie's appetite had vanished into the churning sea of her thoughts. Nai Nai ’s observant eyes met Leonie's occasionally, her expression unreadable. Unexpectedly, Nai Nai's voice rose a notch, her tone taking on a slightly imperious edge. "Leonie, I have something special to tell you. Something that will be very important to your future." Leonie's h...

                          This is a reimagined version of the classic tale--- The Bridge to Terabithia . It's a part of my NaNoWriMo or Novel Writing November exercise.                            CHAPTER 5    RIFTS,REBELLIONS &REPERCUSSIONS  The next morning, Madam Wong was up early. Leonie tried to ignore her, focusing on her own breakfast. But Madam Wong wasn't having it. "Leonie, don't you think this porridge is too thick?" Leonie gritted her teeth and tried to remain calm."I think it's fine, Nai Nai .Just eat it. I have no time for small talk in the mornings. I'm leaving to meet my study group at the library" Mei who was trying to make sure everyone was comfortable, could only hang her head in deference, apologizing profusely.  "Mother Wong, let's just enjoy our breakfast, okay? I'll prepare Salted Egg Buns and Kaya Toast f...

      This is a Fanfic of the well loved classic tale--- The Bridge to Terabithia . This is a part of my 30 Day Novel Writing November exercise also called NaNoWriMo .                   REUNION AND RIPPLES   Suddenly there was excitement near the arched garden gate. Jinli was standing just inside and was all beside herself when she looked behind her and exuberantly announced, “ Madam Lang , Leonie is here in the garden gazebo ! Xiao Jie ! Where have you been! We searched all over the place for you. Look at you all disheveled and forlorn. Come inside, quick. Let me fix your hair for you. They're coming any minute.” Reluctantly, Leonie slammed the newspaper back on the table and walked towards the edge of the garden, her face devoid of any joy. Jinli held her arm at the elbow and gently walked her upstairs towards the bedroom. After fixing her hair with crystal pins , Jinli redid the makeup on Leonie’s face giving ...

        This is a reimagined version of the classic tale The Bridge To Terabithia. This Fanfic is going to be a part of my NaNoWriMo 2025 / Novel Writing November 2025.                            LEONIE LANG  With hesitant steps, twenty year old Leonie descended the swirling staircase shaped and carved like a dragon's tail, leading to the living room. With shaky hands she gripped the balustrades adorned with delicate carvings of Plum Blossoms and Sakura .  She looked stunning in a tailored Cheongsam , its silk fabric shimmering with emerald green clovers and a backdrop of sapphire blue. The intricate embroidery on the bodice gilded with delicate Chrysanthemums , symbols of good fortune and longevity.  The fitted dress hugged her curves, the high collar and cap sleeves framing her heart-shaped face. A delicate silver pendant in the shape of a blooming Peony glimmered at her throat, ...

        This is a Fanfiction, a reimagined tale of the well-loved classic The Bridge To Terabithia . It's a part of my daily writing for the 30 Day Novel Writing November . Presenting Chapter 2 on Day 2.                         CHAPTER 2                        NOT AGAIN! Saturday  May Belle watched her father’s retreating back as he slammed the door and walked over to his car. She dashed upstairs to her room and sulked for a long time.  Here we go again! It's like Leslie never left them alone. She was going to be part of her family, her home and also her life. Goddamn! The flowers in the vase too. How she abhorred Daffodils . Leslie’s favourite.  May Belle was in deep misery. Hot tears streaked her cheeks. Everyone was gone leaving her alone. She might as well check out the new born calf but she wasn't going to call him Moo-Babe. No ...