Time…and I know for a fact, for a large percentage of you, just like me, braved and dragged ourselves even though we may have through a multitude of decades, when I look back today, I still feel, I somewhere belonged to a different era, much before the darned decades, almost of an ancient and golden period. Read More
This story of mine is written as part of the A2Z Challenge 2016 , today’s letter being “Z”. This brings us to the end of the April 2016 A 2 Z Challenge, a life-changing experience that was. Nearly, almost, oh yes, certainly it was. Thanks to Damayanti Biswas, through whom I enrolled in this beautiful journey and met so many wonderful bloggers and readers and discovered a common truth … we can be what we want to be !
Thank you each and everyone of you who are reading this or have read my blog in the past, thanks to you all who stood by me through the thickest of plots and the thinnest of torn paper which appeared with equal frequency on my blog, and all of you who have participated in this challenge.
My immediate plan is to collect the short stories I have written in this challenge , plus write a few more and then if all goes well, publish them as an eBook , which I sincerely hope will find a tiny little place on your hard drives and hearts ! Wish me luck ! Thank you Universe ! Keep sending me positive energies !
What a journey ! As it goes, its the journey that matters, and I sincerely hope, this journey we all embarked upon a month ago, never ends.
For, not everything that starts has to end.
Keep writing fellow writers and lets help each other grow !
Thank you !!!
It all seems like yesterday.
He wiped the last tear off those bleary eyes.
A light drizzle had started to fall on the sea of grass around him; he could feel the moisture on his bare feet. Soon it would be time. He rested on the wooden bench and in that moment of a sad exasperation, looked up at the skies.
Why life has to be so unfair? Why love has to be so cruel?
The damp air was filled with the smell of the freshly mown grass and a sweet scent of lavender. The purple patch marked the pavement which led from the fountain, a favourite spot for little children , to the far end of the park which overlooked the beautiful river. Read More
I wanted to share a news with you all, I have left my full time job and have started taking writing as my profession. Read More