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…
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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…
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…
I Love You, says Adam to Eve.
I am taking part in The Write Tribe Festival of Words 1st – 7th September 2013. How Adam says “I Love You” to Eve in seven different ways. Everybody knows the magical powers of these three little words and…
Empty Platform
Alone, She stands on the platform Watching trains go by A traveler she is not Just someone who is lost Had alighted here long ago Suffered a blow to the heart And left behind to wonder Did she…
‘Another Time’ in ‘Social Potpourri – An Anthology’
‘Another Time’, is the title of my short story and poem published in this anthology in December 2012. This is such a precious book! My first short story and poem were published in this book ‘Social Potpourri – An Anthology’…
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,…
Sulekha’s Book-Spine-Poetry
S is for Book-Spine-Poetry by Sulekha 🙂 AtoZchallenge This is the second year in a row that I am attempting to write Book-Spine-Poetry. Social Potpourri – An Anthology Chicken soup for the writer’s soul The Notebook Three Sisters Those…
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…
Calendar on the wall
Calendar on the wall. Sia glanced at the calendar hanging crookedly on the wall. The rusty nail almost falling out of the crudely drilled hole in the wall of her study. It reminded her of her life and her…
Betrayed – A short story.
Betrayed… Have I ever listened to my head? It has always been my stupid, crazy heart I have favored every time. So how could this be any different? I have never exercised my logical faculties whenever he has been…
My Sacred Space
Memories of people I love, places I was happy in and things I collected then, are all part of the special place I retreat into everyday to rejuvenate and replenish my soul. The songs we sang as…