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Our Kitchens Are Lonely Spaces… Muse of the Month

Hello everyone! How are you all holding up? Things in India are grim and being in Delhi at the moment is like sitting on a ticking time bomb. The second wave of Corona Virus has hit us hard and the only way to be safe is to stay home. Several people and organizations have come …

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IWSG DECEMBER 2020- IS A SEASON YOUR REASON TO WRITE?

It’s already December and well, a year since I became a part of the Insecure Writer’s Support Group, spearheaded by the wonderful Alex J. Cavanugh. Thank you to my friend Susan Rouchard who introduced me to this wonderful writing space which is so supportive and non-judgemental of your writing journey. If any of you wish …

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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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WEP/IWSG February 2020- Café Terrace

The first WEP Challenge of 2020 is here. To read more about it, visit here And here is my take on the prompt which is a popular painting by Vincent Van Gogh, given here… Café Terrace Ah! The balmy mornings of late summer. How I love the sun on my back and on those wicker …

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Muse of the Month

Friends, after trying hard for one long year to find a place in Muse of the Month, a monthly short story writing contest held by Women’s Web, here is my story “Sister Stranger Saviour” that makes it to the annual anthology. Woven around a prompt from Amanda Lovelace’s poem, do read it here. Sister, Stranger, …

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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 …

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Kheer- In the Middle of the Night

Based on a prompt from Women’s Web, this story was written keeping Christina Rossetti’s poem Goblin Market in mind. A tale of sisters in arms! ********************************** Sudha dipped her index finger in the pot and licked the kheer. “Perfect,” she thought. Wiping her hand with the end of her dupatta she turned to look at …

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