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Hello! Welcome to this year's last WEP Challenge inspired by the iconic song of Roberta Flack. A little backstory to this prose poem. Our world thrives on heterogeneity. It is in our differences that we can see the true beauty of this world. It would be so boring if we were all similar. Ironically, it …
Continue reading "We Choose to be Handcuffed by Rolling Letters"
Hello Readers! We are into the last month of 2022 and another year is past us. How did you do? I fared just about fine. I experimented with my writing, slowed down actually, tried to send out work, learnt to deal with criticism, and turned into a better reader. I didn't have much publishing news …
When I hear you talkarms flailing, the riseand fall of the voice,I trace the contours ofyour face with my eyesMeet an acquaintance,watch your spirit plungewith all its mightinto reason, contention,willingness to bring change.The mirror reflects a memoryfrom years ago,a forgotten affair with passionburied under layers ofquiet living.What's lost is often around the cornerThe apple, they …
Dear Readers I am glad to share that my story 'Footprints' has been published in the Kitaab which is a magazine for Asian writers and writing. The story is the editor's pick of the week. An excerpt, The door slams shut behind Chander. Dropping his bag to the floor, he walks through the corridor illuminated …
It’s uncanny how time continues to dodge us. Six years ago I started this journey of pulling my words out of the closet for the outside world and it’s been a wonderful experience. Of course, with the ups and downs, the praises and the brickbats, the self-assurance and self-doubt! I’ve been inspired tremendously- oh, to …
Continue reading "IWSG – Have you ever participated in NaNoWriMo?"
Free image pixabay Meeting an old friend after ages is sometimes like meeting a new person. Someone so new that you prefer their warm, old memory instead... We hold handsuninterrupted by lifeTalk about a hundreddreams-More than a score andfive years ago. We walk like we ownthe trailsthat lead to our homesSay hello to the tinyfoliolesbefriended …
A Hundred Quills 