Hello! Could there be another time to discuss 'Urban Nightmare' ? That's the theme for this month's WEP Challenge. And aren't we living it every moment? I've attempted a flash, and while the premise remains the same (I can't seem to break away from my preferred style of writing) but I've attempted not to talk …
When you don’t fit in…
The year was 1997. I moved out of home for the first time. It was a personal decision, taken much against the wishes of my father, who thought I could continue my education in the small hill town where we lived. But I thought differently. I wanted to see life in big cities. They said …
If there’s one thing we inherit from our mothers…
Hi friends One of my short stories titled "If there's one thing we inherit from our mothers, it's certainly their madness' was picked up by Women's Web for the Muse of the Month Contest. I had titled the story 'Crazy Scribbles from Mom' but the title was changed by the portal. Also, I struggled to …
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You Are Blooming- Favourite Quotes
Hola people! The world is crumbling and mistrust, scepticism, fear accompany the morbidity that plagues us all. At this point of time, Swarnali Nath’s eBook ‘You are Blooming’ is the manna we seek. Like a ray of light that breaks in through the chinks, it offers hope and faith. I share my favourite quotes from …
Zen ( See Through Words)
Zen has been on my mind for a long time now. It’s been creating a lot of buzz and I’ve always wondered why! Not a religious person per se, I’ve always been weary of reading/talking/writing about religion. However, for a while it has been like ‘Zen’ has been following me around. My daughter who enjoys …
Papa & I- Not a Book Review
Last evening, I read Pooja Priyamvada’s eBook ‘Papa & I’. Registered under Blogchatter’s eBook Carnival, the book offers perspectives on losing a loved one to death. A combination of few prose pieces, twenty-eight poems and certain random notes, it is dedicated to the author’s late father, who she fondly remembers in the book.It is hard …
A Hundred Quills 