Last week was special. It was my birthday week. And it came wrapped in a gorgeous gift box of happiness. Ever since I was a kid, I would be super excited about my upcoming birthday. As the date would draw closer the excitement would keep building up. I guess, I owe it to my parents and friends, who made my birthday a very special and unique occasion. Unlike most youngsters, I remember celebrating my birthday till I turned eighteen, or…
Smiling Anjali took out her box of colour pencils and started sketching the gloomy downpour outside the window. It had been raining incessantly for a week now and everything had come to a standstill. Most people were complaining. But for Anjali the rains brought with them indelible memories of love and hope. After all the day Mr. & Mrs. Anand had adopted her from the wretched orphanage, it had been raining for a week.
They are basking in the stunning glory of a sky full of stars. Akram pours a third glass of Cabernet Sauvignon into Enya’s glass. Enya, slightly tipsy giggles, as Akram gently pushes her locks behind her ear and kisses the nape of her neck. They first met, as gangly teenagers. Enya was a new at school and Akram was a grade senior. He took her on a school tour and what happened thereafter is history. Fifty odd years…
I started blogging in December last year and ever since there’s been no looking back. Read: I have not taken a single writing break. I write religiously if not every day, but every other day. After all writing like I’ve said in the past, has proved to be the “elixir to my parched soul.”
~~Six Days hence, Coffee in the Present Tense~~ Six days hence You & I Will Simply Sense That time And tide Just make No sense Coz the Coffee We share In the Present tense Is all That makes sense Coz Six days hence And Coffee in the Present Tense Are meant to Simply Fill up Our sense And our lives Together till the end -Alok & Natasha18 March 2005 This little couplet was…
“Literature can make people introspect, and that has the magic to change our attitude and hence our lives. That is the power of the written word.” – Dipankar Mukherjee, Publisher & Founder, Redomania
Hola! My darling Girl Natasha, How be you? Yes, it’s me writing a letter to you, my dear girl. Surprised, are you? After all I haven’t written to you in the longest time. A few years back; in my most challenging times, I would sit down and pour my heart out to you on a piece of paper or on my Mac. But I guess I’ve been so busy having fun with my new found love for blogging that a conversation…
The alarm clock clanked into Tina’s ear. A typical old-fashioned alarm clock that would wake one up with a jolt. A complete spoiler to the early morning dreams and the soundest of all sleep. Tina wanted to yank the clock on the floor and go back to sleep, but like they say, “No rest for the wicked.” She had an early morning presentation at the office. Those muscle flexing clients had chosen to make an appearance at their agency,…
“A map of the world that does not include Utopia is not worth even glancing at.” – Oscar Wilde (‘The Soul of Man Under Socialism’, 1981 essay). My Ode to Utopia There’s a place called Utopia Replete with joy, minus any pain and untold fear Every day is a celebration In this land of love and bonhomie The people know no hatred, cruelty and warfare Neither have they heard of poverty and tears Their lives…
My greatest resource and support system are my three, ever smiling home-helps, Shimpa (we call her Shilpa), Moushumi and Basanti. They are my lifelines, in the true sense of the word. They are the reason my home runs smoothly, efficiently and everything runs on clock work basis. This post is my little humble tribute to these three fantastic women, my ultimate support system. They have made my life simple, comfortable, stress-free and non-complicated. They are a resource I rely on every…