Haiku of Memories A sad farewell said, tears of sorrow we all shed, she smiles down at us. Miss you and your smiles Where have you gone away dear friend? Across so many miles. Wish I could see…
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The Story From A To Z – A to Z Challenge
Let us sail together to the end of April and ride the waves from A to Z along the journey. This is a collection of stories I am writing for ‘Blogging From A to Z Challenge in April 2014.’ Each…
Eyes – A Story
Blogging from A to Z April Challenge The letter E is today’s prompt and my story begins with it. Eyes closed, Shiva drifted in and out of consciousness with Sia’s name on his lips like a chant. Just when she…
Beside – A Story
I am participating in the Blogging from A to Z April Challenge. The letter of the day is B and my short story of 55 words begins with this alphabet. Beside himself with grief, he had walked into the sea,…
Naming of Memoirs
My entry for the Thursday Writer’s Post Blog Hop #4 When I read the topic of the blog hop at Suzy’s blog, I was ecstatic because I love this topic. ” Share with us why and how you chose the name of your…
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…
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…
Wounds of Time
Wounds of time Once upon a time, long ago in Bombay. A happy girl was born, into a loving family, on a lucky January day. She stole her dad’s heart, the moment she first smiled. Seasons changed,…
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,…
Lingering scent
Clothes have a tendency to retain the perfume even after a wash. The gown you had worn to the dance reeks of your Hugo Boss woman perfume, post wash. My son’s school uniforms scream Axe doespray. My Dad’s shirt…