A Writer’s Mind.

We writers enjoy writing, right? For those of us who don’t, there is just one thumb rule. In order not to kill our readers with our writing, we must ‘Enjoy what we do or Do what we enjoy.’ there is no other way. Luckily, by and large, we writers so very love penning down and…

Care for what matters.

The crux of all hurt in life is not what people, situations or some may say fate does to us, it’s not even the helplessness of being on the lower rung of life that makes us vulnerable. Rather it’s the confusion we breed on what we want and the rush to realize those fragmental cloudy…

The blues of pink.

Pink is the colour, so mild and dewed Attracts his eyes and keeps him glued. Earrings that dangle and dance with ringlets Pearls and diamonds and shiny trinkets. The wave in pace and sway of hands The idea of women’s wear, styles, and brands. The red flush lips and mascara eyes For a man, he…

The wind.

I fell in love with the wind and wanted to make her mine. She was all I ever wanted being with her was divine. She always swirled around me and blew my breath away. She was the wind beneath my wings I’m there for you she would say. I built a world of my own…

The Or in the Ordinary.

I woke up feeling a bit on edge for no genuine reason I can think of and like topping on a cake, to make things better it got fueled further by a garment being placed in my hands along with the needle and thread box to mend a small tear caused by some sharp object….

The Haripiyets.

The Pub is just warming up, the lights are dim, the live band at one end is playing soft country music. The boys are busy attending to the orders for the pre-booked tables and I’m organizing my den for the hot and happening night to come. Ambience, Music, Drinks all set to the T. ‘The…

Still in Love.

How does it feel to desperately wait for something that takes a lifetime to arrive and when it eventually comes you find that you don’t want it anymore.  Something that meant the world to you is now not even worth a second thought. I chased after the idea of love like some crazy fool being…

The cottage in Lovedale – 2

A bit anxious and irritable at this moment was natural for an enochlophobic like me. I sunk into my easy chair, towards the end of the hall, after Abigale, stopped me from escaping to my room upstairs. Abigale was a matured young woman of twenty-six now and she knew very well how to convince her…

The cottage in Lovedale.

Dear Lord, God, Almighty We stand together here to honour our loved one. Who is now in your loving care. We have come together today not only to grieve the loss of  Martha.  but also to give thanks to you for the long and fruitful life you gave her. We have come together today –  not only…

Lucid Reminiscence.

I wanted to burn my memories  that hunted me night and day. So I collected them all from my past And carried them down the way. They cried for me to stop and think before I act. They pleaded and reasoned enormously but I refused to consider their impact. Placing them all in a heap…