Recharge your hair and recharge your life. I have been pulling my hair out ever since I became a writer and the more blocked for ideas I am, the harder I pull at my poor, innocent hair. They are the…
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Strangers in the night- 100 Words on Saturday
Introduced in February 2013 on Everyday Gyaan – an invitation, a prompt, a linky. Write exactly a 100 words on the prompt and publish it on your blog – a story, a poem, a mini-essay. Today’s prompt is courtesy Suzy Que. Strangers in the night…
Why 8th January is so very special to me?
In loving memory of my dear Dad… This year, on 8th January 2014, I leave behind the naughty forties and turn a respectable fifty, but that’s not why this date is so dear to me; there is a deeper and more…
Let the blessings in, this New Year.
It’s my last post this year, and as I say goodbye to 2013, my heart is heavy with bittersweet regret. I don’t know how I will be able to live without the warmth and affection, I received this year; my…
Sulekha writes about ‘ Rachna Says: Much Ado About Everything.’
Blog Review of ‘ Rachna Says: Much Ado About Everything.’ This post is a part of the ‘The Secret Blog Elves – 2013 event’ by Indiblogeshwaris, a Facebook group of some of the finest women bloggers 🙂 This is how…
Precious Memories of 2013
I write…I am a writer! So how does a writer become a business owner? What prompts a pen-wielding dreamer to open her eyes to a completely different world? A friend who believes in you, an army of supportive and encouraging…
100 Words on Saturday
100 Words on Saturday Today’s prompt is from the lovely Aditi of Life Is A Journey….Make It BeaYOUtiful. I’d do things differently Introduced in February 2013 on Everyday Gyaan – an invitation, a prompt, a linky. Write exactly a 100…
Conditions Apply
I assumed you loved me and wanted to be a part of my life but I was mistaken. I failed to see the fine print on the pre-nup that categorically stated CONDITIONS APPLY. As long as things went your…
Had I Looked Back
Hundred words on Saturday – 9 Had I looked back All I can think of is how much you had hurt me when you had crept out of the house late at night and never returned. I waited for years,…
Write Tribe’s ‘The smell of old books’
Write Tribe‘s Wednesday prompt: The smell of old books Work it into a story, a poem, an essay… The smell of old books, tease my senses . I inhale the comforting, scent and travel back in time. I wish…
Child Brides and Broken Toys
Child Brides and Broken Toys Her tattered dolls snatched from her the broken, mismatched train set put away in a rusted old box. The little stuffed dog made so lovingly with white and black beads pushed under the bed, carelessly…
My 100 words on Saturday – 7
I knew it was my last day there Introduced in February 2013 on Everyday Gyaan – an invitation, a prompt, a linky. Write exactly a 100 words on the prompt and publish it on your blog – a story, a poem, a mini-essay. The…
Forgotten Scent of Love
THEN– Pia takes a pen out of her handbag, to sign some papers at the bank, and the black leather phone cover falls out onto the floor. She smiles, remembering the night this had come to be hers, and the…
If only you were here…
If only you were here… When, My phone doesn’t ring on my birthdays, I don’t feel your hand patting my back. I walk out of the airport at Mumbai. My eyes look for you in the crowd of faces. …