I tapped on the WordPress app this evening. No, I wasn’t missing the blog, rather it happened fortuitously while clicking another icon. Several clouds of memory shaded my mind as I began scrolling through my previous posts. And predictably, this followed a strong impulse. This blog badly needs a new post. Before I complete writing… Read More A blog I have
Actually, I had this in mind since a couple of weeks but wasn’t able to find time to put it here. #1 I am such an autumn person. Give me a quite, cozy spot with a view of changing trees on a crisp, late September day, a warm drink, a good book and I will… Read More ‘Coz I love this season
The three sons gathered after ten years, at their mother’s funeral. Death achieved what a lifetime of efforts couldn’t. (A brief one in memory of you, grandma.)
The ability to write is sometimes a curse. The constant, incessant urge to put your thoughts on paper is often catastrophic. It stands testimony to your deepest desires and fears and feelings that you will, perhaps, regret one day. Like a lover scorned, spilled ink can haunt you.
Two stories, two separations – one is yet to occur, the other is yet to be realized. #1 I am afraid, you will quietly leave me someday like the waves recede softly from the shores back to the endless sea and I, like the shore, will keep waiting for the waves to advance and kiss… Read More Mismatch of perception
“Dark is seductive”, “Fat is damn cute”, “It’s the inner beauty which matters”, he used to write on his timeline. “Fair, slim, beautiful bride wanted”, his matrimonial profile read.
The bed was soft. The air conditioning was good. The sea view was splendid. All this house lacked was four walls and a roof.
Every time the issue is taken up, all I try to do is finding a way out of the conversation. No matter how strongly I guard over, embarrassment begins engulfing me from within and ultimately I am compelled to give up. There are very few instances when I have to struggle hard in answering intrepidly… Read More A little late though
Lightning has always been scary to me, a fear I have carried on right from my childhood. However, it had lessened over the years, but didn’t die out completely. I was immersed so deep into thoughts that I hardly realized of how fearsome the sky was to look at. I was upset and that’s why… Read More He taught me an art
Thank you Anaida (anaidawrites) for making me a part of this lovely tag chain. I had been working for around two hours earlier this afternoon and I am happy telling you that it’s now ready for finding a place in everyone’s reader. Have a look on it: The rules of this are like: Write your real… Read More The handwriting tag
Mixed With Mine 