The wonderful Nancy Koziol has nominated me for a this award. I am thrilled that a writer of Nancy’s caliber said that she enjoys what I write. I “met” Nancy… Read more »
As she neared the bazaar, the brightness almost fooled her into happy thoughts. She could smell the warm notes of cardamom and incense mixed with the acrid stench of moonshine from the bordello.
I’m not sure if it was the sleepless nights or the exhaustion, but I was feeling morose. How mundane this day had become! Where was the romance?
It has been a rough two weeks. What started as a regular cold for my 3 year old progressed into a ear infection. Those pesky germs somehow found a way into… Read more »
A stacked lunch box as tall as the mound of files is waiting, both jostling for his attention. I say a little prayer for the person whose paperwork is in the file at the very bottom. The lunch box always gets precedence over the files.
I’ve probably said this before, but I’ll say it again. I Love Pune. I might be a tad biased, but that city is everything. Okay. I’m completely biased. This is the city… Read more »
Can you believe it? We’re four days into the new year already! And I haven’t written the customary ‘Happy New Year’ post! But I have a good reason. Like last year,… Read more »
Somewhere in this fluid timeline that I live in, lucid dreams flow. I don’t know where one ends and the other begins. I dream of my past life, my life before captivity. It feels like someone is briskly cleaning that slate, but I try and hang on to whatever memory I can.
If this isn’t bliss, I don’t know what is. If there is a wicked witch who can turn the world into stone, I want her to come now. This is the moment I want to be frozen in forever.
A white stick camouflaged against the white marble. Two blue parallel lines stared back at her from a small oval window on it. The lifeless stick was the harbinger of the life growing within her.