Hello Readers and my IWSG friends It's a new year for the Insecure Writer's Support Group and my fourth with them. I have since grown as a writer and learnt much, specially after reading the writing journeys of others in the group and the advice on aspects of writing every month. It is also a …
The best place is right here!
Hello Readers! Welcome on day one of the new year. Are you the one who looks back and analyzes an entire revolution around the sun; prepares a list of the rights and wrongs, the highs and the lows; makes a mound of the little wins and losses and sits over them dreaming of how you’d …
We Choose to be Handcuffed by Rolling Letters
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 …
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IWSG December 7 – Holiday time!
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 …
Reflection
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 …
Published in Kitaab
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 …
A Hundred Quills 