Little God
I wrote this story many years back when I decided I will try my hand at short stories as well. Earlier I used to write only poetry. The start and end of this story was written in a gap of two years. After which I practically stalked my favourite author Ruskin Bond to gift him... Continue Reading →
FROZEN
Whisper, a voice lingers in air like a song Do you still hum those words of love? I wonder if you reprise how we wrote note by note the song not of words but love carved on stone. The earthy fragrance of rain carries reminiscences of our moments ... Spring entwined into Autumn And then... Continue Reading →
Kaale Kauva Fest – Makar Sankranti In the Hills of Kumaon
If we actually understand the logic behind our traditional practices and celebration, we realise how man and nature were intertwined to each other. An informative piece on celebration of Sankranti in the beautiful hills of Kumaon - a celebration of the migratory birds! <iframe src="https://storyweaver.org.in/stories/show-in-iframe/25908-kaale-kauva-fest-makar-sankranti-in-the-hills-of-kumaon?iframe=true" style="height: 513px; width: 365px;" allowfullscreen webkitallowfullscreen mozallowfullscreen>
Hope…New Year
Green shines the winter sun Floating in the luke warm breeze Melody chirps through the air Midnight today time will freeze A year of haves A year of have nots Slowly creeping by Giving way to light Strength to fight And a will to live Another day Another year ... Hope happy new year
…New Year
Another year gone few more lies packed & sealed in silk woven of false promises To light a fire in the name of hope Fueled by tears in the pyre of eyes ... Hope
Through The Coloured Glass 