The word collided with her tongue and palate over and over till it bloated and morphed into an amoeboid, anomalous word, yet vaguely familiar. Millions of tiny minions in her limbic system, suddenly charged with an unknown strength, darted off to Archives to retrieve the phlox file from a dusty back shelf.
So Long, Blogger! We had a good run, but it was time to move on. Please tour the new site and do write back with what you think about it..problems you… Read more »
Present day Jallianwala Bagh with actual bullet marks Pic Courtesy – Dr. Graham Beards on Wikipedia One step, two steps, walk, walk, walk, I chanted to myself, coaxing my legs… Read more »
What a beautiful story of the fragile yet resilient relationship between mothers and daughters. This is a must read!
A short fiction in response to Yeah Write’s weekly fiction prompt – “He looked overworked at only half past noon.” Pic Credit – David Clare on Flickr It was a beautiful spring… Read more »
I looked at the brush in front of me. Did I really have to use it? Colors were calling out to me, begging to be experienced, to be felt. I… Read more »
When I pitched this idea of writing about men and shopping to my husband, he sounded very upbeat and said “Go for it!” He even came up with this title!… Read more »
The day I would finally meet one of my favorite authors in person was finally here. Now if only CA-101 would let me reach the place! Bumper to bumper traffic… Read more »