Dear A Jr, I passed on few of my priced possessions from college, a stash of my vocabulary reference books, to you before I sat down to write this. You celebrated your tenth birthday last week and as your mom I personally feel a sense of fulfilment in the knowledge that you’re reading what I… Read More Letter from a decade-old Mom
Creativity is an exhilarating addiction and a therapeutic release. It gives us a chance to express ourselves and take pride in the love, dedication and effort we invest in it. With every piece of art we create we form an unsaid relation with the muse, process, associated people and of course, the outcome itself. In… Read More Dabbling in oil paint: When balcony walls became a piece of art!
I held the white and yellow stick elegantly between my fingers and gingerly placed it on my parted lips. Within moments a wave of relief swept over me even as people around eyed me with a hint of fake derision. “I’ll never smoke in my life!” had been my adamant stand. What made me change… Read More Blowing away smoke rings, symbolically
Vidhi loved rains. A diehard romantic, for her rains were synonymous with crisp fragrant air, lush green outdoors and warming up in the arms of her someone special. This lovely weather made her a poetess, even if an amateur one. It inspired her to pen down her feelings of love, longing and loneliness in ways she… Read More Weaving stories around rains
“Great effort. You’re doing good. Try a bit harder.” *few moments later* “Ok fine, this will do.” After constant nagging by his flexible Yoga buff wife A had finally agreed to do a toe-touch. While the kids cheered (and sniggered) from the sidelines this stiff as a board man took his hands all the way… Read More Aren’t Yoga and Marriage similar to each other?