This fictional tale was written for the Fiction Monday with Vinitha. The prompt for the 16th edition is FALSE. This story pays a small tribute to the selflessness of the parijat tree. My word count is 229 words this time around.… Read More The false life of the parijat | Fiction Writing |
This fictional tale was written for the Fiction Monday with Vinitha. The prompt for the 15th edition is ECHO. I hope you like my attempt at it though I have exceeded the word limit by over a 100 words.… Read More An Echo of the Past | Fiction Writing |
“What’s in a name? that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet.” ― William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet One day my mom and her college bestie were musing over what they would name their first born babies. My mom had a liking for the word Shaleenta as is means decency/modesty… Read More What is in a name indeed | Fiction Writing |
Writing a fictional piece for the Monday Fiction with Vinitha and the prompt is Season. I have attempted to bring alive a summer day in the park in this story.… Read More Everlasting season of dreams & defiance | Fiction |
Exploring the ketchup mania that runs within my family, especially the three of us. Not just as kids but as adults too we devour this humble condiment with a passion bordering on insanity.… Read More | Fiction | The saucy Ketchup tales of the Baisiwala sisters
I am taking part in the #WordMatter blog hop with Corinne, Shalini & Parul; we receive a prompt every month. This month’s pompt is – When it rains. I am attempting to bring out the beauty of Kashmir in the rains and this is a compilation from my many visits to the valley.… Read More #WordsMatter-When it rains, the rainbow is not far behind
I have taken to writing a series of stories based on a writer who has escaped to Kashmir to crush her writing ennui. This is another step in this series and I hope you are enjoying the ramblings of Meherunisa Sheikh… Read More Meherunisa-The proverbial phoenix all set to rise from the ashes
Through my writing, I wish to share some of my musings about the gorgeous paradise that is the Kashmir valley. Its in a trouble state at the moment and my mind keeps wandering to my many trips there. The food, the seasons and the people – there is much love, beauty and warmth there – hope it comes out safe and intact from this turmoil.… Read More #Fiction: Hami Asto – for paradise truly is here!!
I am participating in the #WordsMatter bloghop this month and this post is in response to the prompt Outside my Window. I am attempting fiction after ages and hope this is well received by my readers.… Read More #WordsMatter – Outside my window
Please welcome my guest today, who doesn’t need any introduction as she is a very successful blogger and graphic artist – Ms.Tina Basu . She has spun out a thrilling tale for us. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did. Purple Please stop this noise someone! What is this noise? It’s… Read More Purple [ #Guestpost ]
A fictional piece submitted by a fellow blogger who normally writes Travel post. Read her take on fiction in this sory titled The Fight. This piece is a guestpost for the ongoing birthday ccelebrations on my blog all of september… Read More Fiction – The Fight [ #Guestpost ]
I SEE NO GOD HERE ‘Attic, my favourite place on earth. It’s next only to the open skies where my heart dwells’, thought Bradley. This was his routine reflection before going to bed. Recently, after a great fight with mom, he had shifted his base from otherwise well-appointed bedroom on the ground floor of their spacious… Read More I see no God here [ #Fiction ]
She was gone! The quiet of the room mocked him for sleeping so soundly to allow her to slip away again. Why did she leave? Didn’t last night mean anything to her? The passion had felt real, it had woken something in both of them. Throwing stuff into his suitcase, he packed up to check… Read More When love strikes | Friday Fiction |
Quickly draping her saree, she stole a glance at his sleeping profile and almost slipped back into the bed. Collapsing into the waiting cab, she closed her eyes. Images from the night before flashed before her and she licked her lips as if to taste him again. She still felt it was a dream to… Read More Opportunity knocks once, Temptation leans on the doorbell | Friday Fiction |
Adjusting her Saree palla one last time, she walked confidently into a room full of her peers. The ballroom at Taj Palace was abuzz with conversation, laughter and clinking of glasses as the busy servers sashayed around the room, balancing platters laden with food, drinks and used glasses. She glanced around, exchanging smiles and nods… Read More The last swan song | Friday Fiction |
#FridayFotoFiction Blue spiked hairdo poked it warily with his cro-ray while the other kids watched from behind the safety shield, afraid that it might blow up. The lifeless pile of rags next to it stirred, making Bluey jump back, all his bravado vanishing. It coughed and sat up straight to reveal a weather-beaten wrinkled face… Read More #FridayFotoFiction: Of an era gone by…….
#WordyWednesday #4 – January 2017 – #BarWoWe A gust of wind howled outside sending a shiver creaking through the window shutters. Muhu peered out of the dirty window pane, squinting against the low visibility at the slivers of light appearing on the horizon now as the weak sun attempted to break through the thick… Read More #BarWoWe: The tattered faith
#FridayFotoFiction Caged forever Crowd thronged, lunging for preferred elixir Music thundered, dancers swaying over each other He perused, women looking like exotic creatures They entered, twin made up wonder He offered, potency in a glass full of colour They accepted, falling for his allure Dazzled, world spun in a maze of wonder Light headed,… Read More #FridayFotoFiction: Caged Forever
A new day. The feeling of spring in the air. A pair of sparrows frolicked on my terrace; two for joy! Nothing could go wrong today! I stepped out for the day with this thought in my head, humming with the song on the FM and looking forward to meeting V today. I had just settled… Read More #BarWoWe: Nothing can go wrong, or can it?
#FridayFotoFiction She came to the city in 2015 and cut through this park on her way to work. She noticed him on the bench – feeding the birds or reading the newspaper or chatting with the snack-stand vendor. Come rain or shine, he would be perched on this bench; very much a part of the… Read More #FridayFotoFiction: Will she see him again ?