I am an artist Words are my paint I use them to colour emotions Laughter, surprise, joy or pain Life is my canvas My feelings are shades and hues The crimson of passion. The black of fear The green of envy. The calm of blue The yellow of hope when…
People are like books Don’t judge them by their covers For what’s on display and what is inside Differs from one to another Some books are so attractively packaged They are the first to attract you on the shelves As soon as you turn the pages you realize, they are…
May you indulge and not gain an ounce May Goddess Laxmi shower you with Euros and Pounds May you look like a Pataka on Diwali night May all that you desire be in plain sight Wishing you abundance, health, and the attainment of dreams All right, now step aside for…
With Diwali around the corner and the Wedding Season close on its heels, shopping is the thing on everyone’s mind. Clothes shopping, being the foremost. I went shopping too. As I stood in the queue snaking up to the trail room, a lady exited one of the trail stalls, and…
When I was 15 years old Maa asked me to start fasting on Mondays, to ensure that I ‘get a Husband like Lord Shiva’. I flatly refused to. Maa is what we called my Maternal Grandmother (Naani). My cousins who were spending their summer holidays with us, girls younger and…
Why are words so important to women everywhere? Why do they need words from us, to show that we care? Why the need to spell out, that what we feel What is it about ‘saying’ what’s in our minds and our hearts What’s the big, bloody, deal??!! We order black…
It had come to him prematurely. He shone in an area which was dreaded by others, who wondered how he could be so unaware of his achievement. His Mother thought he looked more like his father now. He wondered why his wife seemed disgruntled with him lately. He liked the…
Your strength is in being together! You are nothing on your own! Some of you will leave us, most of you will stay, while still others may move on to be part of bigger things.Thus started every morning, with the Head Particle of Sand shouting out this message, to the…
I saw this post on fellow blogger Vasantha’s blog and knew I wanted to write my version of 21 random Facts About Me. for FridayReflections hosted by Corinne and Sanch 1) I am not a fussy eater. I can be force fed food I hate, brinjal, bhindi, karela and the…
I see I observe I feel I absorb I write Some of my own Others I borrow from your life An actor A spectator Sometimes a playwright I play various roles In this movie called life A silent observer An emotional voyeur An active participant Your emotions are my need…