The pain of a mother #FridayFictioneers

The rows of of branded stores, roadside cafes,her dream destination Chicago did little to cheer her up today.It had been just 2 days that she landed in her city of dreams for a business assignment. The initial thrill had subsided and she had this gnawing feeling of missing her daughter, the pain of a mother… Continue reading The pain of a mother #FridayFictioneers

Aaji #FridayFotoFiction

I saw her in the park every day, a lady in her mid 60’s everyone called her “Aaji”. A crisp cotton saree, hair neatly tied and a book in her hand. An English magazine like Women’s Era or Femina or a heavy duty novel like Ayn Rand. She buried her head in the book and… Continue reading Aaji #FridayFotoFiction

Tête-à-Tête with Basamma #WTFOW #WriteBravely

The one person whose role was restricted to washing utensils and sweeping/mopping the house- in the past only a few who could afford having a maid hired her. The scene has changed drastically. You will hardly find a single household who doesn’t employ a maid. From cleaning utensils and sweeping/mopping and washing clothes, she has… Continue reading Tête-à-Tête with Basamma #WTFOW #WriteBravely

Should I travel alone? The confessions of an Indian woman

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

Green Bangles- #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

I bleed RED- #BarAThon

Vinodini could never forget that day, it was etched firmly in her memory. She was celebrated, revered like a Goddess. It all started when she spotted a few drops of blood in her panty and shrieked in horror. She thought she would die and she hurriedly called her mother. On seeing the blood, Amma smiled… Continue reading I bleed RED- #BarAThon

A new lease of life at 55

Savitri let out a nervous laugh “You are joking right, playing a prank on me. Today is not April Fool’s Day.” Her husband Shankar Rai looked at her with a straight calm face. “No Savi, I am not joking. This is the truth. I have decided to renounce all worldly pleasure, give up this life… Continue reading A new lease of life at 55