Reading and writing are two of my dearest things. On any given day you’ll find me pouring over a book or tapping away on my keyboard, pouring my heart out. Words, both said and unsaid, have the ability to inspire, influence, and impel our thinking and are my favourite weapon of choice. Can there be… Read More Can reading win over writing for me? #BlogchatterBlogHop
I sit idle all day gathering dust, the pain of being forgotten for years gnawing away at me. Once shiny and the center of attention, rust is now slowly eating away my soul, crushing it into pieces. I’ve been here since dog years, dating back longer than the current inhabitants of this place. They pass… Read More What a puzzle, this world! #BlogchatterBlogHop
Jenny was livid. The glass bottle lay abandoned on the floor, its wooden cork misplaced in the melee. She rolled the already crumpled note into a ball and tossed it across the room. Her mother tried to calm her down but to no avail. How could she have not seen it? Peter, her twin brother,… Read More The message in the bottle #BlogchatterBlogHop
The audience was in splits. Viraj gave a victorious smile and ambled gracefully to the corner of the stage. He picked up the water bottle from the side table with one hand with the mic casually held in the other. Every movement a flourish, he made an occasion of something as mundane as sipping water.… Read More To Standup or not
Hi friends! I’m participating in the #DecadeHop the prompt for which is ‘decade’. I’m attempting to write a piece of fiction. Do give it a read and let me know what you think about it. Namit was feeling apprehensive ever since the invite for a reunion started doing rounds in their college Whatsapp group. It… Read More A Decade of Love #DecadeHop #RRxMM
Harish, Girish and Jagdish were brothers and wished they weren’t. Their abject poverty made them see each other as loathed competitors. They reluctantly allowed each other claim on the rare morsels of food their alcoholic father provided them. Their mother left them in the dead of the night few years ago for which they were… Read More The Brothers #WoWe
Dipti peeped from over her cubicle repentantly as the once exuberant Kunal hung his head low and silently walked over to his workstation. She had been jubilant when her seniors had almost sacked him on her coaxing. However, she had let a personal grudge overshadow her professional behaviour and that was highly intolerable. It happened… Read More The Grudge #WoWe