I published my first blog post back in 2008 on Blogger. That’s fourteen years ago and makes me kind of a blogging veteran, doesn’t it? I’ve changed multiple platforms since then and seen blogging transform over the years. From a hobby and passion for writing earlier, blogging has now become a dependable source of income… Read More Publish Edit Repeat
Sweat trickled down Kevin’s brow as he tried to stay still and focus on the house. Lights were on in the living room while the first floor was dark and the curtains were drawn close. He knew it wasn’t empty though, his task was there somewhere. He had never been entrusted with such a responsibility… Read More The Mark
Since college, reading has been my companion, escape, and credence during challenging times. Occasionally, someone or something gets on my nerves. I turn to books for solace and they welcome me with a warm embrace. I have been known to forget all existence and pour myself into their company for hours, sometimes days. Yet, for… Read More My thoughts: The Ghost Writer by A. R. Torre
“Come on, Ma! I don’t have time for this. I told you to make arrangements beforehand.” Rohan snapped. He hurriedly took his place at the dining table, barely sitting down before stuffing a buttered bread in his mouth. Lata sat next to him and looked at him dejectedly, saddened at his blunt refusal while pitying… Read More Travel in the driver’s seat
The sound reaches me first. Initially soothing, and then with an edge of urgency, it makes me drearily abandon my state of inertia. The gentle clashing of the winds against the window pane quickly transforms into desperate knocking that threatens to crash it into pieces. The Mumbai rains have finally arrived and how! I walk… Read More Rains, thoughts and my balcony
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