“When I was a boy and I would see scary things in the news, my mother would say to me, "Look for the helpers. You will always find people who are helping.”" ~ Fred Rogers I've known Damyanti for a couple of years through the Facebook page of Wrimo India. Since then, we've been in … Continue reading Lets Help Empower Women By Donating To The Project Why Sewing Circle
Dear Readers, I don't think I tell you enough how grateful I am to have you as my readers. It means more than I can ever express. And so, I wanted to share some really good news with you. Three of my pieces recently got selected in an anthology. 🙂 I'm really stoked at this … Continue reading Happy News~ Got Published In A Prestigious Anthology!
Women's Web gives a picture prompt every Friday and selects the 5 best stories (within 100 words) from there. This week my story was the second one they'd chosen for the same. (This was the picture prompt. Image Source: Women's Web) The story I wrote is given below: (Image Source: Women's Web) Though I do … Continue reading The Ballerina #PicturePrompt #WomensWeb
(PHOTO PROMPT © Nathan Sowers) ‘Papa, there’s a mirror lying nearby. Can I take it?’ Papa huffed and puffed while moving his writing table inside the cabin. He wiped the sweat from his eyes and stepped outside. I tried pulling his shirt’s sleeve, but my fist could only catch air. Dragging the chair in, he shut … Continue reading I’ll Watch Over You, Papa
It was a few days before Diwali in 2015. A friend had come over in the evening and while we were chatting with her, a soul piercing howl shattered our conversation. Two months ago, a stray dog in our locality had given birth to a litter of pups and it seemed that the cries came … Continue reading Lessons I Learnt From My Dog
I held her tiny hand within my palm, my grip might have been firmer than I intended, as she cried, 'Mom, you're hurting me!' I loosened my hold and stood beneath the canopy of trees, looking around me, still in a trance. The basketball court on the other side of the pathway, the small … Continue reading Déjà vu #writephoto
PHOTO PROMPT: Anonymous Those snotty faced urchins were back by my window. ‘Mango pickle.’ The girl squeaked from behind her brother, the crumpled paper bag peeking from her closed fist. I quickly checked the closed door before retrieving my pair of boots from under the bed. I kept them on the windowsill. Their faces lit … Continue reading Mango Pickle