This is the last in the series. Check out the previous posts in The Chronicles of Village Life series under Jharkhand Diaries. There are now barely a few days to go before school reopens after the summer vacations. The first thought of living in a village was exciting...
I often remind myself that if my writing makes any difference to even one person and makes them think again or impacts them positively, then I'd consider my writing a success. Recently, though I was surprised and thrilled to note that my writing is deserving of...
The wind was picking up speed. Worried the weather would worsen before she could reach home, Titu hurried. It was important to collect all the material to put it all together. She infused renewed energy in find the binding agents she so desperately needed. She had...
The wreckage that he had caused while Ayesha had been away was substantial - monetarily and, for her, sentimentally. She sighed and got around to cleaning the mess. It was cushions and rugs all strewn around, a broken vase her best friend had gifted her on...
Just before I first picked up A Thousand Unspoken Words, I had finished reading some very difficult but hard-hitting books like Status Single and Mornings in Jenin. In fact, the only reason I picked up this one was that I was looking for a feel-good...
Ten days to go for April 1. Ten days to go for Blogging A2Z Challenge to begin. Also, ten days to go for Camp NaNoWriMo, since I foolishly decided to participate in both. I'm already feeling the heat. The other participants have already begun to put...
I recently received a WhatsApp forward similar to the image below. The person in question being an ex-boss who I highly respect and consider to be a feminist for the way he has treated me during the time we were working together. 'Write about this,' he urged. At...
Not Anymore. I'm not cowering in fear, not anymore. I'm not shedding a tear, not anymore. You can try But I shan't cry. You can scream, It's nothing but a bad dream. I shall wake up, Emerge stronger, For I'm not meek. This is me. My story. And it will always be about me. I hold my head high,...