Shree was fondly called Indigo Mom by her doting son Adi, for she was the sole person who struck a perfect balance between the temperamental, authoritative father Ravikant and her son Adi. Just like the colour indigo which symbolizes a blend of blue and violet, the traditional and strict nature of her husband on one… Continue reading INDIGO Mom-#BarAThon
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BLUE bruises- #BarAThon
The sound of the slap reverberated, creating a hollow effect. The stillness of the moment and the deafening silence that prevailed made the atmosphere all the more ominous. Smita was dumbstruck, she felt a stinging pain on her cheek as she continued to massage her thigh where she was struck 2 minutes ago and it… Continue reading BLUE bruises- #BarAThon
YELLOW Tulips- #BarAThon
Maya held the bunch of yellow tulips and took in the fragrance. This was the only constant thing in her insane life which shifted gears every other day. 5 years of marital bliss, being as much in love with her man, at the pinnacle of her career, what else did she need? A barren womb… Continue reading YELLOW Tulips- #BarAThon
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