Gone are the days when she believed that people don’t change, When she herself isn’t what she was a year back How can she expect people around to stay the same? Now, she says lesser about herself her stories do it for her, Now, her eyes witness more of the world by sitting in her… Read More Gone are the days!
I am a cage, in search of a bird. – Franz Kafka Of late, I read one of the most influential, talked about writers of twentieth century – Franz Kafka! Now, the most important (this importance is solely for my personal reasons) and interesting fact about Kafka that I became aware of the moment I… Read More Franz Kafka- For whom only weird was normal!
DISCLAIMER- This being the second and last part of this story, I urge you to (if you haven’t) to read the first part, which you can find here, to enjoy the whole story. ‘Finally, I will be home. At my home.’ Maya’s husband rejoiced in the moment when he got to know about his duty being… Read More Will he come back?-PART (2/2)
‘I heard you. I heard you, darling. Daddy is coming home next week.’ Maya said out aloud with her welled up eyes and trembling hands. Maya held her thirteen-year old daughter, Alisha, and hugged her, and both of them relished the moment; none of them said anything but just held each other. Maya’s husband was… Read More Will he come back?-PART (1/2)
Day was humid. The overcast sky had just let the sun to make its appearance. Puddles of mud and accumulated rainwater were here and there on the street of a village in Punjab. The first house on the street was of Rajesh Rao; Rao family, the Hindu family, had been living in that house for… Read More Cage of Independence!
❝One language sets you in a corridor for life. Two languages open every door along the way.❞ ‒Frank Smith This is something which has been one of the main worries of the amateur writers or those who want to kick off their writing journey that if their writings are not technically correct, nobody would be… Read More Is Language a barrier in Writing?
On some extremely rare occasions my write-up contains itself up to a word-limit of say, 100 words. And here is the one. He pulled her ears, daring her to win. She, on the other hand, accepted the challenge shouting roguishly, ‘Game is on.’ Offended, his rage escalated to the devilish proportions, and he tried to… Read More Warfare transcending from Micro to Macro-world!
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So, here I go again. All the feed backs are welcomed open-heartily. In fact, DO provide your feedback on how can I improve my writing. 🙂 There passed a sleepless night Both of them took a deep, restless sigh, She knew she loved But the other one felt unloved,…
So, here is to the brilliancy that I enjoyed and lived with during past few days. Unaccustomed Earth (starting with my favorite of three) Wasn’t it terrible that after all the work one put into finding a person to spend one’s life with, after making a family with that person, even in spite of missing that… Read More Review Time of 3 Brilliant Works!
There was a time when I had wished for not having even one of them. Then there came a point in my life when I realized- “Okay! It wouldn’t be bad to have a few. Say, three or four.” And finally a stage where I couldn’t wait to have hundreds of them to be playing,… Read More My wish?- To be a mother to hundreds!