Memories linger Snapshots of moments in time I remember you. He is my hero Sentiments of a daughter My dad is the best. Time passes us by Takes away our loved ones Alone we stand. Your empty…
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How I overcame Writer’s Block
My profile says, I am a writer, but can a writer not write and still be one? I believe in pacing myself while writing and have a few tried and tested tricks for overcoming the dreaded writer’s block, or so…
Love – UBC Day 21
Today’s haiku is written by my lovely daughter, Shloka. She is a law graduate, now practicing in the Supreme Court of India. Shloka is a prolific writer as well as a voracious reader. She just celebrated her 25th birthday yesterday,…
Mother’s Day Special- WOW
Write Over the Weekend theme for this week This weekend we have a Mother’s Day Special! The post must contain the word MOM and we have just 5 sentences to complete our story. This post is a part of Write…
Secrets – 100 Words on Saturday
The prompt for 100 Words on Saturday “She realized that she could no longer hide the truth” The guests had arrived from all parts of the country and some friends and relatives had especially flown in from New York and…
The Magic Key
99The Wednesday Prompt 2014 #8 This week using the photograph below as the prompt, we are writing our thoughts/a story/ poem in about 500 words. http://writetribe.com/wednesday-prompt-news/ Photo credit Morguefile The Magic Key It is such an obvious picture; a…
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…
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. …
Justice served?
Somewhere a mother cries herself to sleep every night, clutching her daughter’s picture to her aching heart. She knows her little girl is never coming back to hug her and tell her, ” Mummy, I love you”, and this thought…
Daddy, I Love You.
Dearest dad, I don’t miss you because you live in my heart. I have also forgiven myself for not being at the hospital because I know you would have forgiven me too. You believed in seeing the good in people…
Anguish
This is a guest post by Poonam. How could I be alive ? Why am I not dead? These were the thoughts rushing in her mind as she sat next to her father’s lifeless body, her father ,her mentor,…