Search for identity, love, longing and responsibility form a maze through which they must find their way out. Societal problems and social taboos are intricately woven into the story pattern, posing so many relevant questions which the Indian society must wake up to now!
Wild flowers in the woods
Free Image More than four decades ago, in an army cantonment far away from the city, a young Captain and his new bride sat watching ‘The Little Tramp’ in action. As the Captain rolled over laughing, his young bride peered into his sparkling eyes with admiration. Her own eyes, then darted towards the wall clock. …
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 …
The Phone Call
<a href="http://Image by Free-Photos from Pixabay" target="_blank" rel="noopener">(Image Source) It was just an ordinary day at work His head, buried in files, sought some respite. There was a presentation that lurked in the laptop and another one that needed to be chopped. The boss was expected at any time He knew he had to toe …
To the Writer’s Abode
The sun peeped in through the voile curtains, drawing a thin line across the bed. The boy tossed around and then pulled a blanket to cover his face. But the sun continued to coax him before he sat up in his bed and looked at his sister sleeping next to him, still oblivious of the …
A Hundred Quills 