At the edge of the glade where the bumbling brook flows, under the massive beech tree, you will find me resting. Yes, that’s what I
Author: Shweta Singh
Shweta Singh is a home maker and mother of on-the-verge-of-being-teenager twins. She is passionate about books and food – both interests inherited from her father – and loves to write and travel at every opportunity. A closet writer, who after encouragement from friends and family has embarked on the journey of self-discovery.
The Last Entry
I am a writer, or atleast I think I am. Anyway, this time my conundrum is – the deadline is fast approaching and my characters
Is Loyalty Dead
‘Is loyalty dead?’ How else could one explain Promila’s peculiar behaviour? ‘You know, I have been her best friend for the longest time. And now
Burning Summer
There’s a summer burning in my heart blazing through my bountiful lands despair and hate churning each a dart thrown from their ruthless hands A
The Price Paid
Orissa, 1967 She could feel their presence. They were all around her, hovering, within reach yet seemingly far. She squeezed her eyes shut. They were
What is Love?
Calcutta, 1941 ‘You have to help me,’ pleads Manoj, ‘Come on Amar, you’re my best friend.’ ‘No, I’ll not help you.’ ‘It’s just an address.’
At the Threshold
I perch on the Elm tree and wait for her, Every morn she sits at the threshold One leg inside the house, the other outside
From ‘Once Upon’ to ‘Modern Female’
Once upon a time lived a witchy-witch. And, like any other witch, she too, every now and then needed playmates. But the good Lord did
Single Line Conversations
I feel I am, no less than a brave soldier Stoic and honorable in discharging my duty I live in a battle field, day in
Perfect Day
It was a perfect day to be out on the lake. The grey-white clouds pranced on the blue canvas. A mellow yellow sun gayly played
Lost Forever
Why Oh! Why, do you make me cry Hold on to you, all tricks, didn’t I try? I nurture you, your wishes I comply In
Malhaar : When it pours, soak yourself in poetry
The entire book is done in black and white. The illustrations, by Ashween Kaur, too are minimalistic adding to the bleakness and simplicity of the poems. The clean lines add value to the written words.
First Book: Practical Tips from Best-Selling Authors on Writing Your First Book
The book is a veritable treasure of tips and good practices. That’s the USP of this book. It is not preachy, rather each chapter is introduced in one or two paragraphs and is followed by quotes from famous and published authors, related to the chapter.
Salt River
Oh! Winter, weave your magicRun your fingers up my skinFreeze me!Let the tear not dropA crystal on my cheekNor let the heart beatLet me not
Naughty Syllables
Hey! Just stop there You naughty syllables Where do you think you are going? Oh! Stay put in your place, that line is yours No,
Hope(less)
The air was rent black and blue with expletives and the sound of kicking and hitting. The person at the receiving end of all this
The Intervention
“Oh, for God’s sake! Stop fighting. I am sick and tired of your constant quarrels. Isha! go to your room. Ashi! go to my room.
A Human Hero
Many things happen at once in that instant before the blast. Bravo Five is the first one to reach the door, closely followed by Bravo
The Story Whisperer
He got ready for work. He favoured the night shifts, the time that was given to magic, to hope and to dreams. And the cherry