Her eyes were fixated on the 2 pages, neatly written lines on a crisp white sheet, they looked perfect. And then came the blobs of ink, smeared. This was sure to make creases appear on most people’ s foreheads. There goes the perfect page- sigh. But she looked at it intently and started thinking of… Continue reading A bumpy ride it is #FictionMondays
Word of the year 2022: Gratitude
Its that time of the year again. I was toying between writing a round up post OR bringing up my WOTY for 2022. While the latter could have waited, I zeroed in on WOTY as this has been a transformational past few weeks for me personally , especially since I started practising gratitude more mindfully.… Continue reading Word of the year 2022: Gratitude
Being vulnerable #FictionMondays
With this wonderful picture prompt, the host of FictionMonday Vinitha shared a thought . She spoke about the petals of a dandelion which do not shy away from showing their vulnerability, their fragility as they free them self from the flower and wander off. To be not afraid of our own vulnerability – and being… Continue reading Being vulnerable #FictionMondays
In pursuit of a miracle #WriteBravely
I stood in front of the mirror, my eyes shut tightly. My heart was beating so loudly, the thumping could be heard all around the room, my palm was moist with sweat, my throat parched. My life passed before my eyes like a blur. Every time I stood before this mirror and looked at myself,… Continue reading In pursuit of a miracle #WriteBravely
Small Great Things-here is why as a dusky woman, I could relate to this book so much.
I have always been a die hard fan of Jodi Picoult. I started off with “My Sister’s Keeper” and I knew I had found an author whose books I can truly treasure. They are not the fairytale, romantic books, but talk of death, disease, court cases, despair, grief but at the same time, there is… Continue reading Small Great Things-here is why as a dusky woman, I could relate to this book so much.
I shall rise #FFFAW #FlashFiction
Niharika thy name is grace and beauty. The newspapers were full of praise for India’s top classical dancer. Niki as she was called, was passionate about her art. It was combination of luck and determination which led to her meteoric rise. The fall was sudden and plunged her into the depths of darkness. A… Continue reading I shall rise #FFFAW #FlashFiction