More often than not we as parents are pressurized to be right and provide the best of all things to the offspring we so lovingly brought into this world. The pressure is somewhat self-inflicted, peers and the rest of the job is done by social media. For, Facebook is like a beauty contest for life.... Continue Reading →
Thou shalt not discuss or mention periods with men. Thou shalt feel embarrassed in-case you leak or stain. Thou shalt hide the sanitary pads you carry for change. So on and so forth... 1991-92 A 9th standard classroom of a co-education school was gearing up for the final bell to ring. Some girls were gossiping... Continue Reading →
यूँ ही कुछ लिख लेता हूँ, लोग कहते हैं की कहानी अच्छी कह देता हूँ । मंज़र अलग से नज़र आते है मुझे , शब्दों का रुख मोड़ स्याह कलम से खेलता हूँ। पर डर लगता हैं आजकल कलम को मेरी, शब्दों के मेरे खेल से कहीं अनवर बुरा ना मान जाये? अभी कुछ दिन... Continue Reading →
It has been sometime before I actually scribbled something on paper. I am a morning person. I am also nocturnal most of the times; one can say I am borderline insomniac. Morning is important for me. I love to see the sunrise and that is the time I usually sit with my laptop and write.... Continue Reading →
I can hear sounds. In fact I can differentiate between sounds. For example, the click sound for small i on the key board is different than the sound of capital I typed on the keyboard. One sound I heard from just below the ear hole and the other sound echoed from somewhere inside the ear canal.... Continue Reading →
What was Paul Simon thinking when he wrote the song 'Sound of Silence'?
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>
The world is connected like never before and yet we are more lonely than ever... Voices all across just construe to noise. We live all alone.