“Vivek! When will you transfer last week’s pictures to me…I wanna post them tonight!” Varsha shouted out to her husband who was in the shower.
Author: Urmi Chakravorty
Military spouse, freelance writer, former educator, hands-on mom – Urmi juggles all these roles and draws lasting life lessons from each. She loves penning articles and stories which contain a slice of her soul.
Silent Noise
The vast onyx sky, an ominous pit My soul – bleak and cheerless. I know I’ve failed but I hate to admit Searing screams, I
The People Tree
True to its title, this anthology is, indeed, all about people – people belonging to different parts of the country or the globe, having varied backgrounds, sporting diverse idiosyncrasies – and how they choose to live their lives.
The Curve That Cheers
The happiest curve – a sweet smile Between souls, it’s the shortest mile. Laugh lines around the mouth? Fret not, Just shows you’re in a
My Preferred Poison
Piping hot China pot Makes me smile, Sip in style, And relax awhile. Brew it just right Herbal, strong, or light. Its fragrant, flavourful sight
Chasing Nirvana
Belying popular expectations, Chasing Nirvana will not really induce a trance or Zen mode in the reader but will jolt him into doing a reality check, and set him off on an experiential journey through its treasure trove of gripping, riveting tales!
The Price of Peace
The brave young man came home, proud and glad. Combatting truculent enemies, The only end stoking his courage. Rain and snow, heat and thirst, broke
The Long Road to Victory
Fitful days, sleepless nights, they spent Investing their blood, sweat and tears; Flaunting proud scars, our national pride, they pledged to augment. A million hearts
A Morsel of Mercy
Wiry hair, a shrivelled face, he stood there Alone in the rain with gaunt, outstretched hands Seeking alms. None helped…is charity dead? A child cycling
The Last Tango
The late afternoon sun gleamed on the Californian highlands, lighting up the horizon in rainbow flames. 13-year-old Ryan came out into their almond orchard, book
Myriad of Dreams
Myriad of Dreams is Nisha Tandon’s labour of love done right. Her motley assemblage of themes, messages and rich vocabulary, form a rich warp and weft which, when put together, create a beautiful poetic tapestry which is bound to excite, elate and inspire the readers.
Flight or Fright
The novel is a storehouse of discerning life lessons and doable survival skills that are bound to enrich and empower our lives – sharing and caring, hospitality, team spirit, unity in the face of adversity trust and loyalty, being a few of them.
A Crimson Dawn
1536, Chittor, Mewar The long, canopied balconies in the Rana Kumbha Palace came alive every afternoon with the pitter-patter of little feet, the euphonic tinkling
Chasing the Rainbow
We shared a look, a whisper, and sparks flew! Stolen glances in the college canteen, Secret rendezvous over a hot brew, Fired our virgin hearts
Paradise Lost
Old albums, sepia photographs, I see When the world looked young and the joys were fresh Locked within these lonely confines, how do I flee?
Sister Act
Kaaya, the svelte, lissome 30-year old acclaimed writer, blessed with a peach-and-pink complexion and Rapunzel tresses, is the toast of Delhi’s literati. And my elder
A Summer Sonata
April 2004 The square envelope lay on the carved rosewood peg table, conspicuous by its stark white look, broken only by the carefully inscribed name
A World Brought Closer
There once lived two brilliant men, Jan Koum and Brian Acton, Jan was from Ukraine while Brian was an American. After slogging hard at Yahoo!
Of Dewy Dreams and Broken Harmonies
“Ei pagli, move away…you’ll ruin my puja thali,” Monibala pointedly raised her decibel as she gave a withering look to Chinnu hovering around. Chinnu slinked
Dare to Dream
That Little Girl, dressed in rags Begging at the junction, hope in her eyes Peering through my car window. O Little Girl, scrubbing vessels, Taking
Ode to a Star
There shines a little star So far beyond our ken; A speck of silver bright, Twinkling and shimmering On the veil of the night. There