Writing is a lonely journey. It is a writer, their thoughts, ideas, and words, all existing in a bubble. A story in its nascent stage is most fragile and you are wary of sharing it as opinions and suggestions could dent a hole in the bubble a writer crafts their story within. My fortuitous entry…
Why didn’t anyone tell me my Bindi was askew?
You can set your watch by me, that’s how punctual I am. However, sometimes I do have days that make me rush through my routine to keep my punctuality record intact. Last week I had one of those days. I slept through my alarm and woke up to realize that I had precious little time…
Here’s looking at you, 2023! #TheYearAndYou
12 months. 365 days. 8760 Hours. 525600 Minutes. 31557600 Seconds. Each time a year draws to a close, I find myself looking back at it to conduct a year audit and a self audit. I remember starting 2023 with dread and hope, a strange cocktail, wouldn’t you say? As one month followed the next, hope…
The Old Woman and I #BlogchatterBlogHop
The clouds seemed to be darkening by the minute thought Mia as she looked up at the sky yet again. She then craned her neck to look down the winding road as far as her eye could see. No sign of the bus yet, she sighed to herself her shoulders drooping just like her mouth…
The Beach #WriteAPageADay
As kids summers meant Sundays spent at the beach. At the crack of dawn, my sister and I would be up, waking our favorite uncle (only for the beach Sundays, please! We could afford to be picky. We had 5 uncles, you see!) from the deep slumber he had fallen into after returning home from…
The Oyster and a grain of Sand #WriteAPageADay
This is a fable from long ago you’ve probably heard it but I’ll tell you once more. It’s about an Oyster and a Grain of Sand and a little bit of how fate plays its hand. It all started on a bright, sunny day when the Oyster had decided to sleep it away but then…
The Ragpicker #WriteAPageADay
With each new day, I start once more The salty sea air my perfume My riches are strewn on the shore. Your waste is my treasure Your thrash brings me pleasure. You use and throw, My mountain of joy grows. Crumpled candy wrappers Like diamonds, they shine The candy, your child’s reward The wrapper, mine….
Ram Bharose #WriteAPageADay
‘The Halwa you make, Ram Bharose, sometimes I feel Lord Krishna himself comes down to savor it! It is exceptional every time, and the taste has been the same, for the past 20 years!’ exclaimed Vishnu, as he relished yet another spoonful of the golden yellow halwa from his silver bowl. ‘RB, I lurrvvveeeee your…
The Wedding #WriteAPageADay #StoryTellersBlogHop
Anju was fascinated by the sight of Mrs. Broota popping one scrumptious laddu after another into her garishly painted mouth in quick succession. “I’ve suddenly lost my appetite” Anju murmured to herself as she tore her eyes away from Mrs. Broota’s steady sequence. Placing the laddu back into the platter, she walked towards her sister…
7 Cup Barfi #RecipePost
This sweet is known as the 7-cup Barfi as all the ingredients used total up to 7 cups. There are multiple recipes for this sweet on the internet, with different ingredients. I have tried a few myself. This particular recipe was shared by my fellow blogger Kala and is by far the easiest, quickest, and…