The Morning After

The year of romance for any book lover in Delhi NCR starts in January with the World Book Fair. This year it was delayed and happened in the month of love February. Yesterday, my boy and I, visited the World Book Fair. It was after two years that we headed towards our bookish heaven all...

Choose Well

Choices ... How does one define the right choices? The things of course, can be chosen based on colour, shape, size blah blah. But the choices that define us, the choices that can make or break the life path we follow... How do we define the right choice? In a lifespan over forty years the...

Ten Minutes of Tea

I am an insomniac of sorts. I can barely sleep at a stretch for long hours and live with constant tryst with migraine because of lack of sleep. A good doctor once said that I am a writer and the thoughts keep playing in my head. The suggestion was to keep my writings regular. I...

Mindful Mornings

We are all characters fallen out of our story trying to live someone else's life. We are all readers of someone else's story trying to edit, judge or seek end for others while procrastinating over our own. Life is short they say; is it?Often we forgive and forget not because of our large heartedness, but...

Scattered Thunderstorms…

... Says the weather report. Sounds like life on the daily front. A little bit of this and a little bit of that and at the end all is just a downpour. Rains are like life. They are pleasantly simple to happen if you read the water cycle in grade 4 science text book but...

A Little Less of Me

With so many roles to play, there is always a little less of me. I wonder if I lived in that little girl who smiled wide standing by the sea, knowing she was the perfect one to be clicked. I wonder if I lived in that school girl who was fiercely loyal to her cult...

Breathing in the Sunrise!

We are in lockdown once again. This time the enthusiasm to save the word is dented by real data of people suffering. The chefs of last year have calmed and indulgence is at its lowest. But nature is still at work. It never stops healing. In between all the manmade chaos, I take a moment...

Hospital

long queuesyet each one stands alonewaiting... taking hopein their palmsholding prayerslistening to burring... of the air conditioner like heartbeats, each count louder than the otherin a room full of silence. - Vibha

Cheshire Moon

Grinning through darkest peekThe mysterious orb seesNot a face or ears or noseJust a smile through the trees. Two stars adorn its invisible tailBejeweled fashion perhapsGlowing over the bluest yaleLike the mystical cat! -Vibha

Epilogue – Closures of a different kind

Words flow into blank pages creating inkblots of stories, Smudges of characters and twists of punctuation Pre-positioned chapters and then life happens… In details of time, a story lost, giving away the plot The ghostwriter takes charge, rips away the story’s heart In details of time, a story lost, giving away the plot Scribbles on...