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 … Continue reading Urban Nightmare- WEP June
Here are the results of WEP February 2020. An invigorating prompt "Cafe Terrace" . I feel elated to have made it to the final shortlist. Do check out the results as well as the lovely blurbs by Nilanjana here.. https://writeeditpublishnow.blogspot.com/2020/03/winners-post-february-challenge-cafe.html?showComment=1583836454123&m=1#c420270527662223850 You can read my entry here, https://soniadogra.com/2020/02/19/wep-iwsg-february-2020-cafe-terrace/ Check out the winner Anstice Brown with her … Continue reading WEP February 2020- Results
It’s the first Wednesday of another month and the official IWSG day. The Purpose of posting here is ‘To share and encourage. Writers can express doubts and concerns without fear of appearing foolish or weak. Those who have been through the fire can offer assistance and guidance. It’s a safe haven for insecure writers of … Continue reading IWSG- February 2020 [INSPIRED]
Our souls, I believe, are flecked with friendship. You know, we are mostly lucky to find friends at several crossroads. Not all of them are forever, but they do stay like cold, fresh mornings that are rather sharp, but then also so raw and completely unorthodox. Yes, the most beautiful relationships are so unconventional. And … Continue reading Our Souls are Flecked with Friendship
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 … Continue reading किताबों की नौकरी!
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