With all the year-end recap posts that are doing the rounds – whether it be art or books read, I felt as if I was missing being part of something by not participating in those. Everything has become a competition now, hasn’t it? If X...
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...
June 5th, 2019 Today marks the end of the month long fasting for Muslims called Ramzan or Ramadan, the festival of Eid. No, I am not very familiar with the tenets of Islam. (And, in all honesty, I am just as ignorant about most things Hinduism...
May 29th, 2019 So… One week to go for me to complete 2 months here at Brambe, a village near Ranchi. Just putting it out there even sounds unreal. And yet, here I am, living the life. Living the life of constant struggles, frustrations, and unending battles. There is...
April 28th, 2019 Writing is the only thing that keep us writers sane. With every high point in life comes a low. And, right after every low comes a high. After yesterday’s excitement, I feel lonely and miserable today. There is no reason to feel so. And yet,...
My relationship with Readomania is one I cherish immensely. So when I initially heard about a Crime Writing Festival I was most excited for it is a genre I had debuted as an author with. This is what every newbie as well as established writer...
An acid attack is, in my opinion, one of the most heinous and damaging crimes against women.When I first visited Sheroes Hangout Cafe at Agra and met the acid attack survivors, it changed me forever.I wrote about that first experience - an article I share regularly even...
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...
Aryanka put in the final strokes of colour and paused to see her handiwork. The edges were a little off, she thought and set down to correct it. Finally, after two hours of painstaking work, she stepped back and looked at the clock. It was...
Rupa defiantly stared back at the slice of sinful indulgence - the dark gooey chocolate brownie. It had given her enough heartbreak over the last few months. Have it, not have it - it was always a battle between the heart and the mind. Rupa remembered...