Dear Readers, Image Source: Unsplash I'd like to start by sharing with you my poem 'The Morning We Quarrelled' that appeared in Issue 11 of Porch LitMag earlier this month. And now, on to this week's newsletter. We are nearly into the third month of the 'new' year. Feels surreal, right? No? Then strange, maybe? …
Nature and Poetry: Learning the Haiku
Dearest Reader, It’s supposed to be spring, but here in Jodhpur, it feels more like early summer. As I walk to the lake every evening, I chase the setting sun and watch the sky slowly burning. The sultry orange is breathtaking. All winter and even now, I’ve been trying to capture the colours from different …
I Write
so I may not forget the tiny balcony in my ancestral home where Baba crouched on his haunches and smoked in the afternoons of live cricket matches that played on his green transistor more than thirty years ago. On most days that memory is enough, even though the tobacco on the tendu leaf turned his …
Out of the Shadow
Dear Reader I bought potted parsley almost fifteen days ago. The man at the nursery told me it won’t last long. But I didn’t use it, not until this morning. Last night I felt the tremors, partially. It was only when my daughter banged on the door that I noticed the fan swinging. It was …
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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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 