The Choice of Choice
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 →
Bedtime Story
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 →
Politically Milched
“Save Our Cows. Vote for Pradhaan Peoples Party!” Manohar shouted through the bhopu (mega-phone) sitting in the autorikshaw. The vehicle had just reached the local water tap and stopped. It was 1:00 p.m. “Time Up” he said to his companions who immediately changed the scarf and caps they were wearing. The driver got off and... Continue Reading →
Ressurrect
It wasn't as if I have eluded writing because of some life threatening issue, but I possibly have sought a thousand reasons why I can't write. So may be it is true that what you think is what really happens. Today I decided to think the other way- no matter what, I will get to... Continue Reading →
Laughing Dove Dilemma
Yesterday morning, a little laughing dove nestling, fell off the nest which was high up behind out AC unit. Somewhere this lucky one has a guardian angel for sure because it fell right on the chair where I had stacked up rugs to be dusted. Its fall was cushioned and then the baby just rolled... Continue Reading →
Misogyny for a Misfit
At first I thought the word may not be the right fit, but it does give a lyrical sound. You may feel this is rant from another feminist bore, prejudiced to the core. But my rhyme doesn’t start with a woman’s issue you see I believe there are many more ... like me. Being a... Continue Reading →
KRISHNA – THE INNER VOICE
I am neither a religious fanatic nor am I proclaimed gyaani on the subject. All I have is a perception of what the almighty means to me. Various names, various looks, countless scriptures, Humans have made religion a business. Yet, I believe there is something to learn in every bit of nothingness. Growing up in... Continue Reading →
Book (mark) Wars
It is Saturday morning 6:00 a.m. I have been up for nearly half n hour already. Just moving around the house, counting steps (my cheat code to exercise). I am trying to find a bookmark. Yes when you have two readers in the house and countless books, the one thing you have a dearth of... Continue Reading →