Strangers (A Sonnet)
Through the window I see you on the bed, Chanting the brown-beads, hoping you stay alive move your lips, “I have duties on my head” slips a tear, awed how supreme connives The other side, your loved...
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Old Fashion: Drying her hair, oft she’d think of his gaze Filled with love, his eyes would be stuck at her Even while sipping tea in their Verandah With their large family The silk sari, he picked for...
View ArticleAn open letter to a concerned mother (Reply to an article in The Hindu)
An open letter to a concerned mother This is in reply to the article in The Hindu, an open letter to a daughter...
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My poems and short story in Family Matters, anthology
Hello friends and critics, Two of my poems and short stories, made it to the anthology: Family Matters. Thank you for your support and comments. Thank you to my consistent reader, Gayatri Tweet
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Third Bloggers Meet-Hyderabad
After two successful blogger meets in Hyderabad, here comes a Third Bloggers Meet. [Read about the previous meets here and here]. But this one would be more relaxed. You can be yourself and share...
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My older wonderful friends
If you were to ask me what an idle classroom would be like. I’d say, it would be filled with a room where minds would match not the age. I say this out of my own experience with few wonderful older...
View ArticleQuote – Day 3 challenge – Charles Bukowski
Find what you love and let it kill you – Charles Bukowski Isn’t that what life is all about? I came across a cartoon on Zen Pencils (one of my favourite websites – more on it, later!) and it lead me to...
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On writing sprints and the power of collective focus
I am 34 years old. If I do not make it by 60 years, I will try for another 10 years. – Charles Bukowski Such should be the spirit of a struggling writer. Imagine climbing the mountain Everest or any...
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