I go for walks every day. Long solo walks in the evening when the sky is mellow, preparing for nightfall, children prancing about in the park; their jubilant screams when the swings go up in the air charge up the atmosphere around me. I look forward to this time of the day. This activity has… Continue reading Evening Musings: A Personal Blog
Bittersweet memories of a brief rendezvous with a stranger in a foreign land. A memory she had no idea she had still clung to in the deep recesses of her mind until now.
They all menstruated on the same day of the month and their monthly cycles ran in sync with the lunar cycle. On a full-moon night, these women performed elaborate cleansing and renewal rituals.
As soon as they spot her vehicle on the street, these furry babies wiggle their butt and wag their tail in excitement.
The feeling of alienation, which a woman from a poor family would often experience in a house full of wealthy and excessively proud aristocrats. Kadam quietly endured the snide remarks of her older sisters-in-law, who would often make fun of her poor father who was unable to arrange for a handsome dowry at the time of her wedding. But Rabi was different. Unlike the other members of the family, this budding poet wasn’t pretentious. She became his literary muse.
A creator, irrespective of his exceptional gifts, can never replicate the level of perfection and beauty of his masterpiece.In the solitary room, he would sharpen his tools, trim the brushes, grind and mix pigments, stretch and level the canvas on the wall, and then get busy capturing the initial impression of the subject he had in his mind. However, it would never be the same.
Magi works in a luxury hotel spa. She is an expert in aromatherapy oils and herbal massages. Her vast knowledge of natural remedies and medicinal baths surprises and impresses her extensive list of clientele and is the reason they keep coming back to her for more. Two drops of lavender oil on the pillow would… Continue reading The Healer
The late afternoon sun poured through the window and fell on the varnished wooden floor in narrow strips. Colouring books and crayons lay across the dusty pink rug where he was propped up on his elbows with his tiny chin resting in his hands, eyes gazing intently at the outlines of farm animal illustrations on… Continue reading Follow your heart
He was filling the empty white spaces between the green and purple squiggly lines with a red crayon when the throaty cooing sound coming from the window sash distracted him. He hastily walked to the closed window, stood on tiptoes and peered out. The plump pigeon, with a short stout shimmering neck and a thin… Continue reading Little Wings
She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and felt the salty sea air brushing against her face, rustling her wavy locks of hair. Her lips stretched into a smile as she dug her toes deep into the squishy sand. The gentle waves lapped at her feet as if trying to tell her a secret.… Continue reading Love without a reason