Twenty-four by seven: #WriteBravely #WRITETRIBEFESTIVALOFWORDSJUNE2018 She toiled twenty-four by seven at Donna’s kitchen. “No rest for the wicked”, she always said with a winsome smile. Donna’s Kitchen was her life line, her haven and her home away from home. She had no family to call her own, but the staff and Donna were family… Read More Twenty-Four By Seven: #WriteBravely
Rain and Its After Effects: #Writebravely #writetribefestivalofwordSjune2018 It poured all of last night. The rains finally lashed Gurgaon with unfettered fury, giving the parched residents of our millennial city a much-needed respite from the sweltering summers. I was awake beyond midnight, listening to the rhythmic pitter patter of the rains, which would suddenly rise up… Read More Rain and Its After Effects: #WriteBravely
Last Song of the Dusk: #WriteBRAVELY #WRITETRIBEFESTIVALOFWORDSJUNE2018 At twenty-one who would have known that leukaemia would ravage Antara’s being, reducing her to a bag of bones. It was hard to fathom that the bubbly, effervescent Antara, always brimming with joie de vivre; was now counting her last days. But not without a plan at… Read More Last Song of the Dusk: #WriteBravely
Because daddy says so: #Writebravely #writetribefestivalofwordsjune2018 Because Daddy says so, I chose to stick to his life’s lessons. Daddy doesn’t always get preachy, he lives, and let’s live. When I was growing up, into a gangly teenager, with reckless thoughts and frayed emotions, Daddy gave me three life rules to live by: 1.… Read More Because Daddy Says So: #WriteBravely
I want to break free: #WriteBravely #WRitetribefestivalofwords2018 My girlfriends and I are road tripping from Madras to Pondicherry. It’s just the three of us. I am at the steering wheel of a feisty green Ford Figo, manoeuvring my way through the lush, bountiful landscapes, blasting music on the stereo. We are singing off tune… Read More I Want to Break Free: #WriteBravely
GIFTED Rob and the woods had an inexplicable connection. He found his inner peace amidst the deep, dark woods. And walking through them at dusk gave him more pleasure than a Zinger burger would give a youth his age. That particular evening as Rob walked past the huge oak tree, he heard a soft wailing… Read More Gifted: #WriteTribeFestivalOfWordsJune2018 #WriteBravely