Woman – Just Look at the sky

woman look at the sky no matter what they say that’s where you belong let your spirit soar your ambitions fly your fertility is a gift don’t allow it to become a chain that binds your dreams take pride in it flaunt it, savor it but don’t let anyone else own it you are capable…

Blueprint for change – making a difference!

5:30 a:m I  wake up, just as the alarm goes off. Quickly choking its shrill voice lest it disturb Arjun, my husband. We both had a late night yesterday at Preeti’s place. I quickly freshening up, and head to the kitchen to whip up our ‘dabbas’. I work in a school and have to leave…

The forgotten God

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 36; the thirty-fifth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton. The theme for the month is “and then there were none” Here I sit…

The last tree standing – A story

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda   I am the last tree standing Like a sentry I guard this world I still remember the day I sprouted Two tiny leaves shyly peeped out Fresh from the womb of Mother Earth I looked around There…

Audience of One – A letter to God

The Daily writing prompt today was Picture the one person in the world you really wish were reading your blog. Write her or him a letter. Though , I am not participating in the challenge. Here’s my letter! Do you really exist Jesus, Ram, Rahim Whatever be your name Are you really there Watching over…

Forgettable Memories

Some memories are barred like old friends who fell apart never to be revisited Some memories are best erased like incorrect answers on a test never to be retraced Some memories bring only pain like  sutures on the jugular vein never to be strained Some memories are sad bringing with them a sharp ache that…

Daily prompt – last words

The challenge was to write one last blog. You have the chance to write one last post on your blog before you stop blogging forever. Write it. On reading the other entries I realized that almost everyone has interpreted this as their last words. And to be fair that makes most sense. I have on the…

colorless in my pallet

Hollow silence absent dreams stripped spaces Un-uttered screams Lost desires Unlit fires Pillaged memories unmoving   streams vacant tomorrows the world within bare void of  color But then like red and blue isn’t colorless a color too The prompt at We Write Poems this week is “Color a Poem”.  “Colorless in my pallet”  is my…

The colour purple – A story

Purple They say Purple is the  color of magic the color of mystery But to me Purple will always be “Vrinda” The color of vivaciousness and kindness…….. The day I met Vrinda was the best day of my life. every detail of that day is etched in my mind as if it happened yesterday. I…

Parenting! At the traffic signal…

The tap  at the window makes me look away from the countdown of the clock at the traffic light. A woman dressed in a shabby saree has stuck her face to my windowpane. Seeing that she has caught my eye,   she makes a gesture to indicate that she wants some food. I look into her…

Travel theme : “night”

Night it comes slowly silently tiptoeing into my empty house stealthily it spreads its dark blanket over my heavy eyes it lies there forever it seems to my burdened mind. Enveloped in its thick  darkness I fervently wait  for dawn My friend ailsa at Where’s my backpack? runs this weekly challenge. though the challenge is…

Travel theme : “Rhythm”

Two years back, we undertook our first mega trip as a family. My daughter was 5, son just 4. Celebrating, our children’s growing out of “toddlerhood” , we chalked out an ambitious trip involving 5 cities in five countries of Europe. It was a crazy whirlwind affair.  Most of the time was spent on the…