My Dad’s Radio & HawaMahal
The other night, I had taken my kids to the terrace for “Stargazing Activity” as a part of their Vacation Assignment Schedule. While they were
a coven of creative characters
The other night, I had taken my kids to the terrace for “Stargazing Activity” as a part of their Vacation Assignment Schedule. While they were
Sunita sighed at the clothes piled up for ironing…the creases craved for being straightened out. Remorsefully, she looked out of the window. The orange ball
This Sunday Go outside And smell the air Scan the horizon Beyond the rooftops Where the flames Of rhododendrons Are running berserk Across the clear
As per definition, a plot is … ‘an event of a play, novel, film or similar work, devised and presented by the writer as an
Before the caterpillar Became the butterfly She whispered to me Be patient. Wait for Time To work his magic On you. Since that hour Of
Rahim chacha sat in one corner of the wooden bench outside the tea stall. Each morning, he would be seen sipping tea and sharing the
Sam was prodding into the interiors of this radio set. Lifting it up obliquely for a sharper view, he found inside a strange plate, he
We are the women of today, so they say Be an independent girl, so they say But a question arises if I just may? What
“Mirror Mirror On The Wall Am I The Fairest Of All”. Am I fat? Am I dark? Am I thin? Contemplating whether to cry or
I ride along a pathway My amber veil gets teased By the early morning breeze And strikes atop my clear view The sparkling silvery thresholds
Driving to work, I was recapitulating the schedule for the day. My companion during my rides, the FM radio was crooning the latest hits. It
The calibrated hands were playing, The symphony in D-minor nonchalantly, Marred by the notable, Swipe in records of journals, Courtesy lockdown. He caressed the delicate
My adorable child has gone astrayHe went berserk and won’t change his way.A proud child of mine,Who emerged all fine,But still surreptitiously, went astray. I
She runs, through the dense forest, feet firmly placed on the ground, the path at her feet fades with every step As it leads into
With a sling bag on her shoulderAnd a checklist of wit packed insideShe arrived at the airport of opportunityTwo suitcases of energyA handbag of educationAnd
As I sat on the bench, Watching raindrops making me drenched Unable to differ raindrops and drops from my eyes Staring aimlessly at the skies
Melancholic and shrivelled, in a boxed stifling prison, I grumble and groan, For the freedom, long gone. I gaze at verdant meadows, And trees laden
Amidst the festivities of a grandiose affair, My harried mind hesitates, a question irks, Debauchery indulge, why on finery I splurge? When in a day,