It is mostly my childhood days that reminisce me the love I carried for the crackers. Indeed a cracker box used to reach me a week prior to the festival. To take the cracker box out from a hidden place at the attic when mom is not around was truly challenging. Every time I climb… Read More Love for the Crackers
Quite recently I did a bike trip to spiti valley and it was as if the nature had put the coveted goal within my reach. The journey accompanied no mobile network, no Facebook, no watsapp, no friends and no family. It was serene and quiet and thought provoking. The very thought of check-in into fb… Read More The Joy of Facebook
Maya was a young beautiful lady until she met with an accident. The accident did more damage to her flawless beauty. She got a blunt nose and scars on her face. Cosmetic surgery was not of much help, as, the fine surgical lines of the operation was evident to the onlookers. There was nothing… Read More I think; Therefore I am.
Slay not or hurt… I take up all and look after. White my body, black my face… Parity I claim… And I am no lesser. It’s once again March 8th. A year went by. There is no predominant change in the celebration at my office here in Bangalore except for a different saree… Read More Pledge for Parity
Is someone coming up there to get the bowl down or he needs to climb a step up to earn his own food! ‘You never will have a slightest clue about what’s going to happen tomorrow but be ready to receive it without a regret’ – wish I had… Read More Oh… My 25 rupee!
Monday morning awaited an incident in my life. I had to really watch it from so close for more than a year and wait till my inner being pronounced those very words in unison with people around me to stop an idiot from wrongdoing. Who can really not be tempted to motion into the foot… Read More Go back, idiot… go back!
“Today see if you can stretch your heart and expand your love so that it touches not only those to whom you can give it easily but also those who need it so much” – was all I heard from a person when I visited an orphanage. He was tall, heavy weighted. Like the bee… Read More Pitaamaha
This short story was written as a part of write India contest and the 2 line passage was given by chethan bhagat. We had to spin a yarn by using those 2 lines. Please feel free to leave your valuable comments. Thank you. [Day 1] The darkness had pervaded the very clouds and… Read More A Dream to live
‘I think I should talk to her, probably with the sweetest love possible. I should show my gratitude for her love towards me that I always thought never existed. Yes I should gracefully make her day not because she came in my life once but stayed inside me throughout to foster learning beyond the shadow… Read More Moments of Yore
” Freedom is nothing else but a chance to be better “ “Strip him off his clothes in front of his parents, his family and the victim. Tar and feather him. Tie each leg to a horse facing an opposite direction. Set him on fire and beat the horses until they tear him apart. Don’t… Read More “#1947, THE INDIA”
How I wish I get rid of I ! 