Last night You leave me hurt, bruised. My soul where you pricked last time, scraped once again. The gash deeper deeper deeper. This morning you bring the balm to soothe my arm. But the soul is scraped deeper deeper deeper. The balm fruitless. But you insist and cuddle the wound. It looks cured. Looks... The …
Every Woman is Me
This poem was composed in the year 2013, after the unethical killing of Sushmita Banerjee, the inhuman rape and murder of Nirbhaya and the ruthless body shaming of Marion Bartoli. The piece was written to show solidarity with women world over and to lend my voice for the greater cause of women rights. I had …
Marks or Farce
This article is the third one in a series that talks about the issues related to the examination system in the country. It first appeared in Keekli Newspaper and can be read here. In this piece I analyze the reasons behind granting high and perfect percentages and how their likely psychological and other disadvantages. With …
Book Review: The Adventures of the JP Family
Blogchatter Book Review Programme AUTHOR: Radhika Acharya BOOK NAME: The Adventures of the J P Family GENRE: Humour/ Fiction TOTAL NUMBER OF PAGES: Sixty-two PUBLISHER: Blogchatter ABOUT THE AUTHOR Radhika Acharya is not a newbie writer. She has been successfully putting her thoughts to paper since her college days. Her lost love for writing was …
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किताबों की नौकरी!
विनोद बाबु किताबों पर पड़ी धूल झाड़ रहे थे। तीस सालों से शिमला की स्टेट लाइब्रेरी में लाइब्रेरियन थे पर आज उनका यहां आखिरी दिन था। 'अगर एक महीने में आप एक भी मेंबर बना पाए तो हम लाइब्रेरी बंद नही करेंगे।' ऐसा कहा था डायरेक्टर साहब ने। पर इंटरनेट के ज़माने में किसे मेंबर …
Yellow Stains
There were some yellow stains on his shirt. She couldn't get them away, The detergent didn't help much She tried, anyway. "They" saw the yellow stains, Nothing could be worse! His "honour" was at stake Couldn't she have rubbed enough? Those yellow stains would stay As long as she chose her way, With her life …
A Hundred Quills 