My Thoughts on Seeing This Prompt: Yikes! I’m not going to write this one. It looks dark, gloomy and will not elude a great story. But then I haven’t written for my favourite Friday Fictioneers for the past two weeks. I was away traveling, and when I returned I got swamped by life’s little follies.… Read More Country Roads: #FridayFictioneers
Yes, “Been there, Doon that!” Doon here reads as Dehradoon, the quaint, little city nestled in Uttarakhand’s, Himalayan Doon valley, about 30 kms away from the popular hill station, Moussourie. Recently I was at Dehradoon for the Valley of Words 2017, an international literature and arts festival that was held in partnership with IndiBlogger. Indiblogger… Read More Been There, Doon That: #MondayMusings
It’s Monday morning. The toast just got burnt. The cleaning lady calls in sick. As Adil and I bolt towards the bus stop, we see the bus chugging away.
Khalil Gibran, On Joy and Sorrow Your joy is your sorrow unmasked. And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears. And how else can it be? The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain. Is not the cup that holds your wine… Read More On Joy and Sorrow: #MondayMusings
So what’s that thing about winters; that special thing that a few of us love to love, and many love to hate? Do you ever wonder what could it be?
It’s a rare, sunny morning in Chicago. That special kind of morning when the sun streams right on to your shoulders, and your spirits are simply soaring. “What a memorable work trip,” thinks Sonia smugly. “I’ll grab a bite and then binge shop at Bloomingdales.” She turns around to eye the building. A… Read More The Encounter: #FridayFictioneers
“Sometimes When We Touch” You ask me if I love you And I choke on my reply I’d rather hurt you honestly Than mislead you with a lie And who am I to judge you On what you say or do? I’m only just beginning to see the real you And sometimes when we touch… Read More “Sometimes When We Touch”: #WOW #Blogadda
The party was swinging. Toasts were being raised and glasses clinked. Doff had won an Oscar. His head started to reel. Wasn’t the Jagerbombs! The thought of rigging the awards haunted him like a banshee. Suddenly the room folded flat around him. @@@@@@@@@@@@ Written as part of #MicroMondays, hosted… Read More The Actor: #MicroMondays
The Holiday season was around the corner. The decked up stores were buzzing with shoppers galore. As “Santa Clause is Coming to Town” played in the background, cheery people gallivanted around with a spring in their feet. Some with two left feet even did a happy jig, with not a care in the world. Children… Read More Last Christmas: #FridayFotoFiction
Yet again!!!! A prompt that gives me thirty minutes to write what’s top of my mind, well that’s no complex feat, I suppose. I’ve been seeing innumerable gratitude prompts and posts off late. And my inner child has been prodding me to put together one such post. After all, I haven’t written one in a… Read More To Live with Gratitude: #WOW #BlogAdda #MondayMusings