Hi dear readers! It has been a while since I participated in a blogging challenge and #BlogchatterHalfMarathon seems like the best way to get back to writing regularly. After all, it’s always our community that motivates and pushes us, right? A quick recap for those who don’t know about it: You have to write 10… Read More The Train #BlogchatterHalfMarathon
Anita ambled to the dinner table and set her customary afternoon tea in front of her regular chair. She put a glass of water next to it for her husband and gingerly got seated. Her eyesight had faded, both her knees had been replaced, and eating was now a boring exercise of gulping down without… Read More A song for the loving heart
Paul’s pudgy, alcohol-fed body carelessly lay splayed out on the lone deckchair. He lazily tossed yet another empty beer bottle at the rapidly mounting pile on his right. It landed on it with a noisy clink and slid down on the hot sand. The beach was filled with its usual cacophony; teenage girls in skimpy… Read More The Memorable Holiday
Mrs. Dave stood in front of the school gate and a wave of warmth swept through her body. Oh, how she missed this hustle and bustle; kids sprinting to their buses for the best seats, hassled teachers trying to mind them, helpers hurriedly recceing the area for anything left behind, and parents anxiously attempting to… Read More The School Gate #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