(Image Source: Author's Own) Many of us participated in the National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo) where we had to write 50,000 words for the month of November. We might have been tired, cranky, swamped under work, going through personal turbulence, and yet we kept writing. Some of us didn't even write at a regular … Continue reading Life After #NaNoWriMo And How Do You Build A Regular Writing (Or Other) Routine?
(Image Source: Author's Own) That time in the morning, the time when it’s grey outside-when the night and the day blend into a swift embrace before they bid each other goodbye. You open your eyes and you cannot fall back asleep. You look at your phone and there’s still some time left for the alarm … Continue reading Threshold
(Image: Author's Own) Last year after winning NaNoWriMo, I am so far confident about winning it this time. Not because I have found some secret winning formula, but simply because I know that I have it in me to write those many words in a month's time. Call it discipline, call it determination, I simply … Continue reading #NaNoWriMo Special: How Fighting Monsters On An Online Game Is Helping Me Write More
First of all, Hope all of you (who celebrate the festival) had a lovely Diwali. I had a nice time decorating the house with rangolis and diyas along with my husband. Then we ate some amazing momos and watched Modern Family (yeah, we're not the most religious people out there). But it was overall a … Continue reading Things I’ve Been Doing These Days
I cry in my sleep Wishing they turn into eloquent poems They end up wetting my pillow, instead. I swallow my insecurities And rearrange my lips into a smile. But, fear sits on my shoulders Its taunting whispers burning my insides. I wish I could write better I wish I didn’t feel trapped In … Continue reading I Am A Writer But Not A Very Good One
(Image Source: Pixabay) The ICU-cold, clean, sterile The doctors convince me it is you on the bed My vision is blurred By the sight of bandages, pipes, and masks, I hold the doorway and slide and fall At the threshold. The annoyingly efficient digital clock On the nauseatingly spotless white wall behind you Announces it … Continue reading At The Threshold
(Image Source: Pixabay) You taught me how to make paper boats, The piece of paper, Deftly folded at the centre, Your thumbs would press the right places To create the perfect vessel that glided along The muddy puddles, with the elegance Of a swan. But I wasn't as good. My paper boats, like a helpless … Continue reading Paper Boats