An Inchoate Flame

For the first time today, I smiled at you. Well, it was first time in the history of me that I smiled at a stranger. Now that is a revelation one seldom gets to learn of me so you should be happy. But wait, you don't even have an inkling of what I am talking.... Continue Reading →

Evion Supplements: When the husband aged young…

Ours was a traditional Indian arranged marriage. None of my friends would believe that a woman like me would go for an arranged marriage. Now don’t get weird notions about me. Being someone who would never even talk to strangers, it was quite obvious that it was hard for them to believe that I would... Continue Reading →

The Joy of Giving

Certain lessons of life run in your veins, like blood. Mother always said, that by giving, you grow. So we ought not think about what we give away, just give. Help those who have to struggle for the things you are blessed with. Religiously, we would donate or give daan each year. The 'Joy of... Continue Reading →

A Casual Tirade

People, stop writing about how blogging is great, how good people are to you, just how much you love writing… STOP! STOP! STOP! We know you care for the word. All of us do. And that’s why we’re here. That’s why YOU are here. But why, in the name of all that’s good, harp on... Continue Reading →

Wistful

Remember those days when all we fought about were pencils and crayons? When pages were canvasses of trials and temptation of the coming together of ink and paper? ♥ Remember those days when all we cared about were the paper boats struggling to sail in narrow ditches carved with fallen twigs in the pouring rains?... Continue Reading →

Tangerine

When she got married, her mother spent sleepless nights. Oblivion engulfed her mornings, tea went cold each time, cups were returned to the kitchen counter, unbelievably from a tea-addict like her. ♥ Her favorite dishes, sweet and sour, left untouched for hours, begged to be devoured. Morsels cut down to halves, chewed painfully longer, without... Continue Reading →

Resolutions

Be kind to others Or pledge to transform yourself ~~~ Make someone smile each day Or travel the globe ~~~ Teach someone to write Or read a million words ~~~ Fall in love Or make peace with your past ~~~ Pray for the deprived Or share your fortunes ~~~ Swim, Trek, Travel or Laugh Live... Continue Reading →

Nostalgic

Why do birthdays bring a wave of nostalgia? Pondering as much as I am, I can only rejoice in the sudden rush of emotions the memories have fetched, leaving me nostalgic. It’s my little sister’s birthday today and once again I’m back to the days when I cradled her in my arms, sang her to... Continue Reading →

Second Chances

She is on the brink of adulthood, with much that life can give her. If only she gave it a second chance. But will she? A friend's cousin, yet to be 16, attempted ending her life. I've never met or spoken to her and yet, trapped is my mind, this morning, in her thoughts. The... Continue Reading →

Is there a limit?

“Is there a limit?” asked my friend who I happened to meet over the weekend. At 27, she is expecting her second baby. We studied chemical science together. Missing lectures, attending practicals which were few and far spaced in the academic calendar, whiling away time in the college canteen, staying at each other’s places under... Continue Reading →

Reflections

Revisiting an old favorite post.

The Musing Quill

Quite often, I wonder if life could be any better or worse than what it is right now.  Could it be any different than what it actually is? Perhaps, a little more happier. And what if it was gloomier?

When I am absorbed deep in thoughts, I find myself running back in time, in my past. And the wheels of my mindless imagination set to work all over again. Thinking. Dreaming. What would it be like, if life was like I had imagined it to be? If my nascent dreams had had a chance to grow into reality? If hopes that got shattered, were not shattered at all? If everything I ever lost, were not lost at all? Would I be happier, had the decisions that went wrong been right? What would it be like if the person I loved and longed for, had loved me back and longed for me…

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Manners can kill

Apparently, manners and I don’t get along well. Don’t look so surprised. Not yet. Save it up for what comes next. If you’ve been following this blog you’d already know that I have never been the best kid in the world. Blame the generation gap, blame me, and blame whoever you like. But that’s that.... Continue Reading →

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