Memoir Part II

Monsoon Mania              Have you ever savoured anything by just sniffing it? When the first bead of rain touches the hot, dry and thirsty mud, it gives out a …

Soliloquy

The still water of the lake cautioned me eagerly, I reflect truth, Naked, stark and unvarnished. I stood undaunted. The reflections changed From peach to purple From white to black …

Guide

I was going to meet this lady, my husband’s friend for the first time in my life. Though originally from Kotagiri, Tamil Nadu, she came from Muscat, which was her …

Memoir – Part I

“Joler Line”, the water queue ….” Standing on the wavy lid of the big trunk and peeping out of the window was my favorite solitary leisure. I was just tall …

Crashing the ruthless waves , Aiming chartless wharf , Decamping safe refuge , Gifting pledges of no return , Christoforo Colombo hooted adieu . But , reverted he soon ,! …