Morning is God's way of saying 'Be Positive'
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 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...
The Messed up mornings due to man made pollution. A rant on losing my pleasant mornings.
A teardrop gives life, To the dried ink on paper, A lost love letter Found its way back to her heart.
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 →
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 →