An Ode to the Old Year

Midway into December, I get a call from an unknown no. that flashes Scotland. Who do I know in  ‘Half the world away and at least twenty degrees colder Scotland?’ The only person that comes to my mind is Mukesh. I have never met Mukesh. Atleast not the way ‘met’ is understood traditionally.  I met…

Morning

I remain still

Ignoring the throb in my shoulder

When I was gifted a star – memories and nostalgia

Feeling nostalgic and sentimental and a little teary today. I don’t know why. Nothing has happened to make me feel this way. The children are in good shape. Which means to say that  they are bickering regularly with each other  (Which is a good sign, Really!!!) The hubby is good too. My youngest one ,…

Stains from a Holiday

Coming back home I open the doors to Squeaky clean floors Made beds Empty trash-bins Neatly laid rows of shoes. The suitcases dragged in not yet still restless from their journeys stir, shake burst open! Spilling out mud, grime memories… Running wild they leave trails on the cold white marble floor make puddles in the…

Things gone by

I love writing prompts. Here I am going about my day, working, cleaning, teaching, cooking,  nagging, more working, more cleaning with not a single thought about writing anything. I open my mailbox and there’s a writing prompt and voila! for the next 30 minutes my humbug world of working, cleaning, cooking, teaching…… (ya! ya! I…

weekly challenge : “hands”

As I place my hands in thine, Today, Tomorrow and forever in time  I promise to be yours, and wish you remain eternally mine This photograph was taken at our wedding 14 years back. It is easily my favorite picture from the entire collection!

“Travel theme: Summer”

When I was a kid, studying in a   residential school for girls. For us the “boarders” summer meant getting away from the hostel, where we lived all year.  As the summer holidays came closer, we made the  annual visit to the dingy boxrooms in the basement to retrieve our trunks and  dusty holdalls . The…

Weekly photo challenge : “unfocused”

In the midst of a dream there you are just outside the haze peeping in there but not really there… a little of your laughter a strand of your smile the lilt of your voice Just outside the realm of my reality there but not really there… A drop of your tears the way you…

My “Smelly” Heart

I got a box from you today in it … Some dried roses, Music that we’d shared Books, a necklace, even a paper napkin small mementos from a time when we “cared”… But the time is gone now… and lying in the box, trampled and bare… My heart… Thanks! its back with me but your…