The Tattooist of Auschwitz – An Excerpt

Baretski begins to tease Lale about the note and how he must have lost his touch with the ladies. Lale ignores his teasing, asks him if he’s read any good books lately. ‘Books? I don’t read books,’ Baretski mutters. ‘You should.’ ‘Why? What good are books?’ ‘You can learn a lot from them, and girls... Continue Reading →

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घर

दीवारों की दरारों में छुपी ज़र्द यादें पास जाकर देखा कभी मेरा बचपन सतह पर तैरता कभी दादी का बुढ़ापा कनखियों से झाँकता खिड़कियों के पार से सन्नाटे ताकते कभी होली में रंगे माँ-बाबा की झलक तो कभी बिदाई में सजी अन्नू का अक्स खाली कमरों में गूंजते हँसी के पटाखे कभी पापा के ठहाके... Continue Reading →

Nomad

she eclipsed his nomad soul from the storms of  self despair Follow @themusingquill on Instagram for more poetry. I await you there. 🙂 ~~~~~ Asha Seth      

Saraswati Park – Book Review by Asha Seth

Author: Anjali Joseph| Genre: Indian Literature, Fiction | Pages: 261 Synopsis: Set in Modern-day Mumbai, Mohan is a letter-writer, content but unhappy. Lakshmi, his wife, is a homemaker, tired of that title. When Lakshmi's nephew, Ashish, arrives to stay with them, they both grab the opportunity as a chance to fill the voids between them,... Continue Reading →

Alone

The toughest part always is walking down the same lanes alone Follow @themusingquill on Instagram for more poetry. I await you there. 🙂 ~~~~~ Asha Seth

February

February came with dense mists that blurred the smothering differences Follow @themusingquill on Instagram for more poetry. I await you there. 🙂 ~~~~~ Asha Seth

Pieces

strangely, the pieces you left me in, kept me whole, insanely whole, for an entire lifetime... How do you like my new micropoetry format? Like it? No? Do share your thoughts below. Follow @themusingquill on Instagram for more poetry. I await you there. 🙂 ~~~~~ Asha Seth

Belongings of Buried Longings

It was an extraordinary autumn morning. He’d lived in the city for nine years now but it had never rained this time of the year. Today, however, a soft shower bathed the city. He was not particularly fond of rains. But the cool drizzles were a welcome change in the autumn heat. And well, it... Continue Reading →

Bold & Wild…

no storms were bold enough no waves as wild as this hundred-year old heart and this five-year old mind   How do you like my new micropoetry format? Like it? No? Do share your thoughts below. Follow @themusingquill on Instagram for more poetry. I await you there. 🙂 ~~~~~ Asha Seth

#Quoted: Good story ideas seem to come from…

Let's get one thing clear right now, shall we? There is no Idea Dump, no Story Central, no Island of the Buried Bestsellers; good story ideas seem to come quite literally from nowhere, sailing at you right out of the empty sky: two previously unrelated ideas come together and make something new under the sun.... Continue Reading →

कल…

चलते चलते कदम नहीं थकते ठहर जाने से थकते हैं यह सोचकर परेशान नहीं दिल की कल की सुबह आज सी नहीं होगी पर इस सोच में डूबा रेहता है की आज की शाम कल सी हुई तोह क्या डर इस बात का नहीं की कल अपने मुँह मोड़ लें फिक्र इस बात की होती... Continue Reading →

Ruins

when I returned lost and beaten through the woods to reach where I belong no one was there to welcome me except the scorching trail and the ruins beyond ~~~~~ Asha Seth

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