It is NANOWRIMO. The national month of writing for writers where we almost [pledge to complete writing 50,000 words in a month. Just a couple of years back it was No Shave November. If November were a person it would start having serious identity disorders. All said and done for me November is the time... Continue Reading →
She leaves with the promise of return. The Dashami Pushpanjali is a prayer of mixed emotions. The bitter-sweet feeling of being one with her and her departure is beyond the expression of words. But sadness doesn’t mar the celebration, for a daughter leaving for her husband’s abode is always bid farewell with celebration. The women... Continue Reading →
She rests the night after her arrival. But the frenzy hasn’t died down. Last minute touches, changes, midnight arrangements for her morning welcome are many. The pandal, her stay area is cleared of any clutter and while she rests with her face covered, the entire household is running around tying up loose ends. The Sholapith... Continue Reading →
The Uludhvani, the jaikara echoes through the night. Sleepy eyes widen, hands adorned by shaakha pola folded in prayer, the heart elated on her arrival. Durga... Devi, Amba, Ma arrives in grand company. The sound of dhak resonates in the air, making the night come alive. Her arrival is the homecoming of a daughter for... Continue Reading →
Ever wondered who set the gender norms for physical appearances? I often do. And, yesterday my question was reiterated by my son's friend, young boy of nine - "Why do girls get to keep long hairs and boys don't?" Of course I question a lot more than just the mane differences, but the child's question... Continue Reading →
Prompt: Story starting with 'LIFE' and ending with 'TIME' Word Limit: 150 Life, at last was perfect. Ray had many episodes of heart break but this time he seemed to have found the right one. Finally, a girl who lasted more than three months! Ray was elated. How about an anniversary of sorts? He thought... Continue Reading →
There is always a choice! A choice to wake up early, a choice to write or not, a choice to read or not, a choice to exercise and the alternate comes with a lesser guilt or repercussion. I too had a choice Many a times the fact that we sacrifice choosing exactly what we want... Continue Reading →
Theme: Abstract Prompt: Time Bedtime Story It is always in the dead silence of the night that I hear... footsteps. Not booted, not stilettos, and not even the skitter-scatter. It is just an effortless climb of light footsteps which is always followed by a gong and screech. This must be it. The thing they all... Continue Reading →
