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...
A cackle of laughter from her boss’s cabin startled her. She waited patiently, for the conversation to end and the man to leave, after which she waltzed right in. Seeing her irate expression, her manager spoke up without preamble. ‘Look, Rhia, you can’t possibly object...
Rhia bolted the door and looked around the house. Or rather, her home. Was it a home? When did it come to this? When did she become the unpaid maid? There seemed to be no other purpose to her existence other than cooking and cleaning....
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...
Thank you, Kirthi, for this wonderful gift. I am so glad I got to read this tragic yet beautiful book.
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,...