The most important question in life

The cool pleasant silence of the house seeped into every cell of her being. This was her, ‘me time’, the

Sunday Photo Fiction – Part 2

One by one, events surfaced as she struggled to recollect. “Terrace organic gardening!?” He had questioned her before breaking into

Sunday Photo Fiction – Bicycles

She raised herself up, holding the railings. The downpour continued from the dark sky. But something amiss! She looked around.

Do you Ever Exist?

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Women’s day

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Emotions…

Emotions… LeashedTrappedShackledBoundWaiting To be freed. OutragingOverwhelmingScreamingExhibitedPruned to be in check. SilencedHushedSuppressedUnheededExpecting to be addressed. ConfusedCluelessHystericPsychicNeeding to be attended. Expectations, needs,

He, She and We

He, She and We Finally, I cleared my loan, he saidIs it, she questioned firstAnd then came an appreciation, that’s

Unconditional and Selfless

Unconditional and Selfless At first, there was a debateObjections, from her and him as wellWorking out ways, dishing out ideasThey

You and Me

You and Me Nine months is quite a big durationTo bond with each otherHearing to what was going aroundFeeling the

Why I write ?

Why do I write? A few years back, not so long agoI was lost in the midst of chaosUnsure of