The Fine Art Of Writing… Simple

I am working on a story. In fact I am working on multiple stories. And many of them left halfway. The ones which haven't seen the light of the day are the those which are simple. Writing is an art, but writing simple is a skill, I am yet to master. Language is intriguing and...

अधूरे शहर

इन वीरान अधबने मकानों ने खंडहरों के मायने बदल दिए कौन कहेगा कभी यहाँ शहर बसा करते थे? कभी इन घरों में लोग रहा करते थे? सदियों से बसे शहरों के उजड़ जाने का इतिहास पढ़ा था बिन बसे ही शहरों को उजड़े हुए आज देखा है कितनी आँखों के सपने अधूरे खड़े हैं सीमेंट...

Down the Holi lane

Spirits rise high during festival time, the fervour of tradition inherited by one and all brings out the human who love and lives in a bond of family and friendly ties. Our ways may be different, but every celebration marks the togetherness of people no matter what the time, place or religion. Holi is one...

e-loss

flotsam of the love lost in time not a reminiscence anymore alas, lost letters don't fall off pages to find their way back into hands of star crossed lovers nostalgia remains shut inside paperbacks not to be remembered again -Vibha

Growing Up Moms

Ah Yes! I know that it is always the little ones who grow up and parents usually grow old. But that is not really the case, because of social media the classroom has extended its reach to the not so kiddish Moms too. And if you end up with a like-minded set, you are lucky....

Paradox of a Modern Believer

It is March in Delhi and the chill has managed to keep its presence alive still. Weather has been playing games and it is difficult to say whether the erratic showers are for winter or spring. But,it has surely cleared the air to a great extent. It is Maha Shivratri, today. The sky is still...