Morning is God's way of saying 'Be Positive'
The Human Side of the Great Indian Currency Exchange
The article is just an outflow of conversations with strangers and people effected by the sudden declaration of Demonetisation. It is not a political opinion but a reflection of social response to the discomfort and trouble caused. The target group is very small to generalise but varied to get a real idea. (Caution - No Politician included in the sample)
The Life & Times of a Bank Line
The country is going through a change and a drastic one for that matter. The piece is a satire on the urbane upper middle class who have been jolted out of the comfort zone of their recliners to stand in long lines (queues) outside banks. The writing is a take on the hypocritical class of people who are concerned about everyone and everything on Social Media but in reality...
Mes-Merising
The Messed up mornings due to man made pollution. A rant on losing my pleasant mornings.
Dried Ink
A teardrop gives life, To the dried ink on paper, A lost love letter Found its way back to her heart.
Knuckle On My Head
I am writing all stories half way through only to stop and wonder in between the words. Then dropping the idea and moving on to the next. May be I need a deadline or a noogie just to get my mind in its write (right) place. The weather is beautiful, the surroundings inspiring but the... Continue Reading →
Starry Night
I saw them after a very long time. Those shiny dots up in the vast blue, The city smog has cleared away, Autumn winds have found their way, The little stars smile at me As I wonder what's their story? Long time ago, when i was a little girl, Daddy asked me to look at... Continue Reading →
Through The Coloured Glass 