48 Things I’m Grateful For: #MondayBlogs
“The more grateful I am, the more beauty I see.” – Mary Davis
The Art of Playfulness: #WordlessWednesday
The Art of Playfulness “Playfulness, dear friends, is what manifests love. Love is not manifested through serious survivability, seriousness, stabilility. Love, the essence of love, manifests itself through playfulness.” ― Réné Gaudette The Art of Playfulness: #WordlessWednesday “The Art of Playfulness” This my friends is yet another thought rendered by my dear bestie, Ritika Bhatia. Yes, babes, I need to give you credits and mention your name this time. In my post last week, I spoke about how…
Thank You, Babi: #WriteBravely
Thank You, Babi: #WRITEBRAVELY #WRITETRIBEFESTIVALOFWORDSJUNE2018 My Dearest Babi, I dedicate a few lines to you, on this monsoon day. The sun is playing a constant game of hide and seek, while the clouds outstretch their arms in a stoic cover of grey. The muggy air looks on undeterred as nature performs a spectacle of sorts. It’s a good day to be thankful, for you should know how deeply indebted I am to you. Babi, thank you for believing in…
Rain and Its After Effects: #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 in crescendo. The winds continued to holler along side, tapping furiously, and at times gently on our glass doors and window panes. I woke up…
Last Song of the Dusk: #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 hand. Antara’s bucket list was ready on her sixteen birthday and she had planned to tick the list off in the next ten years. Little did…
I Want to Break Free: #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 and head banding to, “I Want to Break Free.” Suddenly Rinks jumps out of her skin breaking our make-believe world, “Did you hear that babes?”…
When the Going Gets Tough, The Tough Get Going:#MondayMusings
“When the going gets tough, the tough get going.” – Joseph P. Kennedy (1888-1969) These beautiful lines by Joseph P. Kennedy, Father of U.S. President John F.Kennedy, has been my mantra for life, for the longest I can even remember. Probably way back when I was in school. This quote speaks volumes, in such less words. Life will keep challenging us every iota of a second, but we have to keep enduring and remaining strong, irrespective. Sometimes the curve balls…
Terminal? : #WriteBravely #WriteTribeProBlogger #MondayMusings
“She has a terminal illness which is in the last stages.” The earth shattering news was broken to us with much aplomb by our family doctor. At that very moment I felt as though shards of glasses had pierced through my tough exterior, bruising me beyond repair. I badly wanted to rewind back to the days when she was a healthy, hale and hearty woman of steel; ready to take on the world with her enchanting smile and spirited attitude….
A Night of Nostalgic Nebula: #WriteTribeProblogger #WriteBravely #FridayFictioneers
Saturday, 5:46 A.M.: I haven’t slept a wink. The receding moon is gaping at me blankly. Well, it was a decadent night of drinking and dancing, on the River Mandovi. A night that also brought back memories from the yesteryears: of Rahul and I. When we had chatted on the same deck; till the wee hours of the morning, trying to drown our attraction in pints of beer. But, with no success. Last night Rahul arrived with…
Pattern: Shhh…Don’t Tell Anybody:#Blogadda-WOW #WriteBravely #WriteTribeProBlogger
Fourth time in a row!! “I have struggled with the same issue for the last six years,” she said to me with much angst in her voice. “Just when I think everything is going well and life’s looking up for me, I’m given the same set of challenges. Challenges that I thought I had managed to overcome once and for all. What do you think I’m doing wrong, Natz?” Rita looked not just distressed and overwhelmed, but it seemed…