Few years ago I never thought I should showcase my writing on a blog. A little research online made me consider the idea but I was still not certain. One fine day I was reading and came across a quote that said we should work on ideas that come to us immediately, or at least…
Nothing but still something
An ink stained desk, a drawer that is stuck
A shelf with the Chartered Accountant’s neatly stacked files, and his granddaughter’s picture
A singer from the 70’s singing softly in the background while a mother hums in the kitchen…
A moment for a story
I thought about you today and it made me smile that you could be watching over me from somewhere.
Every moment tells us: memento mori
The Odyssey Of Your Life
I’ve heard that life is a metaphor
but
maybe
you don’t need to decode it
just live through it like art
raw and real
through mistakes and lessons
but full of colour.
When we dare to tell a story
Recently I was going through a few journals that I’ve kept stacked up in a shelf. Some are used, some unused. Several of them had poems that I’d just begun, sketches that I never went back to, stories and thoughts, all half finished.But as I saw them, I remembered the emotions that were involved when…
The Corridor
The corridor seems endless. She’s been here before. In fact she’s been here several times. It feels so familiar yet so strange. She feel detached and drawn at the same time. Does it make sense, she wonders. One moment bright afternoon sunshine lights up the corridor and the mosaic chipped tiles. The round steel rails…
Finding Bliss
There is something about home, don’t you think? It is a familiar feeling. The familiar feeling of the creaking iron gate, the crunch of dry leaves and the lopsided garden chair sitting on the perfect spot on the lawn, just right to view the evening sunset. The climbing flowers have grown from since you saw…
A whiff of April
The frost begins to melt away and the fog makes way for clear blue skies. Puffy white clouds emerge and a radiant yellow sun smiles its best smile. Roses, jasmine and bougainvillea bloom like they’ve never before, The breeze is warm and the afternoons sultry. The ice and gloom has drifted away to make room…
I fell in love in the morning
One morning I fell in love
Far from the shallow
It happens in the most unexpected ways. When you’re going about your daily routine
THE LITERARY AFFAIR 