He hesitated, twitched his toes, sweat trickled down from his forehead, his heart thumped loudly. Today was a milestone in itself. The day he broke the stereotypes. Those stereotypes of a patriarchal society which curtailed the freedom of not just women but men as well. The day he watched the ballet, he knew what he… Continue reading The Ballerino #FridayFotoFiction
The first time I saw Mysha was at the coffee vending machine. A 22 year old fresh grad, in a crisp white shirt and black trousers, as she fumbled to use the machine. Before she could react, the cup was overfull with mocha and a lot had spilled out. She looked flummoxed. Today after 12… Continue reading Lonely at the Top #FlashFiction
When I first read the prompt for Day 2, I was perplexed. My initial interpretation was of a quality I possess which helps me and enriches my life. But when I asked about this topic to my brother and a good blogger friend they came out with a totally different interpretation. They told me about… Continue reading The resource that lies within #WTFOW #WriteBravely
I have read a lot about solo travel and I can’t say for sure its on my bucket list for now. Maybe with time it may find a place there. Today I want to use this space to introspect not just on travel to a different destination on a holiday but something as mundane and… Continue reading Should I travel alone? The confessions of an Indian woman
A blogger friend sent me this quote and it resonated so well that I had to preserve it among my favorite ones As a working mom, I could relate to this so well, its stingingly true. With women out to take the workforce by storm and eager to shatter the glass ceiling and demand equality… Continue reading The incredible life of a working mom!
Ray looked with awe at the woman who emerged from the saloon. She had colored her hair with streaks of violet and it looked spectacular. He imagined himself in violet hair and smiled. He always wanted to colour his hair and not the usual shades of brown and burgundy that guys do but he wanted… Continue reading VIOLET hair- #BarAThon
Meera looked at her barren hands, her forehead bereft of sindoor and bindi, the pale colored saree – they kept screaming at her “You are a widow, an unfortunate, unlucky soul. The symbols of marriage that once adorned you have now all been taken away. What use are they when the person in whose honor… Continue reading Green Bangles- #BarAThon