She was not born as a talented writer. But the love for words and stories determined her to be a writer. She felt alive when her nose is deep buried inside a book. When the time came to decide what to do with her life, she knew she wanted to change the world through her… Continue reading Drabble
Been child of divorced parents, her childhood was a race between hostels and parents places. On very vacation, either of them would take her to some foreign countries. But, most of the time they would be working and she will be confided in hotel rooms along with her help. So this is the first time she… Continue reading Home Atlast
How do I tell her about you .... the person who made me see the beauty of the world. Who made me realize that happiness is not something to be chased but it should happen spontaneously. You showed me that life is all about moments and when one spend those moments with the person they… Continue reading How do I tell her about you…
It was a tough phase for Rhea, a test of sorts. More than the body it was affecting her mind as she continued to fight a battle which she assumed she’d already lost.Gradually, her husband was successful in making her realize that all she had to do was fight. That even if nobody else stood… Continue reading The Last Laugh
"Mumma... What's in there?" .... Arnav asked his mother."A gift for you""Gift? What gift? Car? Aeroplane?""No darling""Then what? Can I see it mumma?""Not now. You'll have to wait.""How long?""Until it's time"......................"Daadi, when will mumma come home?""In a few minutes beta.... with your gift."Arnav wondered about this gift. Everyone have been telling him about this. But… Continue reading Priceless Gift
Had I looked back I could see a child who brought hope as he came to thisA child who's smile brightened up their world and in whom they saw their tomorrows. They lived and breathe in him and led his life as if it was their's... While trying to bring him up, they forgot that even thou… Continue reading Had I looked back….
What to do when we keep coming to dead ends after travelling for miles? We become tired and disheartened and at one point decide to end up everything. I’m also thinking the same...Where will my tomorrows take me? Will I be able to see my people from there? Can I assure them that it’s not their… Continue reading Dear Diary,
She wished to be boldWished to be adamantWished.... she had the voice to say NoWished... she had the strength to push the hands that was corrupting her...To keep away from the body that was destroying herTo tear the face that was tearing her soulTo erase the him as he erased her childhood...She wished to be… Continue reading Every once in a while…