Quickly, before I wrap up this day I sit down here with my thoughts to write a few of them on my blog. Because my blog sits here waiting until I can run from pillar to post and then neatly arrange the thoughts in my mind to form a structured post. Today, (and some others... Continue Reading →
Being a caterpillar…well, almost
"You know what is the best thing about this city?" "The fact that it lines up against the sea?" "Yes. That's what makes Mumbai so special. I'm not sure it would be half the place that it is if it weren't for the Arabian Sea," I said. I was with a friend at Marine Drive.... Continue Reading →
Untold
I don't know if living is a lot of awesomeness punctuated by deep misery or if it is a lot of struggle sprinkled with much needed respite. As one grows older, it's hard to tell the difference. Who you once thought were your friends you'd grow old with and have your kids play with theirs,... Continue Reading →
Stranger. Fly. Home.
WordPress' daily prompts are really interesting, and every time they get delivered to my inbox I can't help but feel excited about what I would write for it. It's a real pity I don't get around to writing for all of them. Mostly, they arrive when my day is almost ending (due to the time difference)... Continue Reading →
Opposite Day | Rebirth
WordPress' Daily Prompt for today is: If you normally write non-fiction, post a photo. If you normally post images, write fiction. If you normally write fiction, write a poem. If you normally write poetry, draw a picture. (New) photographers, artists, poets: show us OPPOSITE. I've attempted a response. *** Given that I've done all of... Continue Reading →
Your Life, The Book | Daily Prompt
WordPress' Daily Prompt for today is: From a famous writer or celebrity, to a WordPress.com blogger or someone close to you — who would you like to be your biographer? Photographers, artists, poets: show us WORDS. I've attempted a response. *** I'm puzzled about it At the thought of my book And how my journey... Continue Reading →
And then…
...some pictures I took (and Instagrammed) during my trip to my village. Previous, Related Posts: About travelling, and writing of it: Emptying the Cup About photos that are poems: Because I Can Instagram About photos of a poet's house: Ghalib Memorial
Emptying the Cup
In the past month, I have traveled much and seen much. However, contrary to my aspirations about what travel would do for my writing, I haven't written much. I've been in a bus, on a plane, met strangers and smiled with them, eaten to my heart's content so much that I would throw up, I have played... Continue Reading →
Tipping the scales. Or not.
Etiquette got thrown out of the window and was trampled by the passing truck. I have been meaning to write this post for long now, however, I feel I'm not assertive enough. In spite of my shortcoming, I shall try nonetheless. Much is said about how it's rude to address a fat woman as fat.... Continue Reading →
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