She picked up a spiral conch shell and held its flared pink crevice to her ear. The noise around her drowned and dissolved into a gentle lapping of waves. She was in a skiff, floating on the sea, her hand immersed in the water feeling the cold swirling ripples. Her face aglow with a soft… Continue reading Reverie
“Pace up, Baba. You’re too slow. What’s wrong?” She was gaily trotting down the cobblestoned pathway that led to the lakeside. The feeble man was struggling to keep up with her youthful energy. His steps were unsure and she could almost hear the strain in his breathing. They were on a nature trail, enjoying the… Continue reading When the roles are reversed
She taps her fingers on the table and nervously glances at the spread again – fluffy apple scones, crustless finger-size sandwiches, buttery shortbread, and the rows of neatly placed upside-down white teacups on saucers. Everything seems perfect, yet her hands are clammy, throat dry. She’d taken a big risk by volunteering to cater for the… Continue reading Risk-taker
Ron hated going to school for studies were too obscure a thing for his dreamy mind to comprehend and master. After toiling fruitlessly for few years, he decided to drop out and pursue what he always enjoyed doing the most- bending rules and playing with colours on sheets of canvas. This romance with brush and… Continue reading Whimsical!
It has been at the back of my mind for many years, but never could I commit myself fully to the idea of writing as I was too unsure about my capabilities as a writer. I always thought if I ever write who is going to read it? Or even if someone reads it, will he/she like it ? Hence I kept postponing the idea till the time came when I decided enough is enough. Just because I am scared of putting my thoughts out in the open and worry about people’s reaction to it, doesn’t mean that should deter me from following what my heart desires.
A stage comes in life when you want to say so many things and you are certain that the only way to quieten the ongoing chaos in your mind is via writing yet it becomes an immense task to put your thoughts down to a written form.
Yes there is absolutely no dearth of ideas, in fact sometimes the deluge of thoughts just overwhelms your mind and still you are frozen with an undefinable fear of expressing them. This confusing phase that I am going through is so difficult to explain in words. They say that writing is therapeutic because it helps channelize your feelings and give them a direction.
So here I am with a bunchload of thoughts which haunt me from time to time.
Through this blog page I will try to present a chronicle of assorted experiences related to various interests such as movies, songs or books that I have loved, relationship/parenting issues that I have seen of others or personally dealt with, exotic recipes that I have modified or invented and last but not the least my travel stories which occupy a very special place in my heart.