Dear Nanda Aunty…A Letter to Another Mother of Mine

Dear Nanda Aunty, I wonder why I call you aunty when I call the rest of your sisters, ‘akka’, a riddle am yet to figure. I know I know a bad start to this letter, but that’s what came to my mind. πŸ™‚ Sitting here at the cafe, I picture you and wonder why is your cape missing. A superwoman from the word go, you have played a million roles for your loved ones. So I wonder where should I begin this letter from or what should it really say. Then again, why channel feelings when it is ready to … Continue reading Dear Nanda Aunty…A Letter to Another Mother of Mine

Why be an Ass to Others, just to feel Important? #RantPost

The last few weeks has been a flash of things. With a trip to India awaiting, I have been on a frenzy to prep everything, so my freelance work doesn’t take a hit. But to be true, if I look back, all I see is the emotional stress, the work and meeting some people has been. Yes, I do not care about people who are not close to me, but I sure can’t help feeling bad about things. There is one question that I have persistently asked myself, Why be an ass to others , just because you want to … Continue reading Why be an Ass to Others, just to feel Important? #RantPost

Udaan #FridayFotoFiction

This time I thought I should experiment with what I write. Only time will tell, how I fair in it. πŸ™‚ But of course, all my stories will remain to give out a thought, urging you to ponder on it. πŸ™‚ Hope you enjoy, Udaan – a wordarry inspired by this week’s #FridayFotoFiction prompt. Udaan – #FridayFotoFiction *Beep Beep* The alarm went off at 4 am. Renu woke up in a frenzy. Ensuring to not make much noise, so Ammi doesn’t wake up. It was time to go to work and nothing excited her as much as her work did. … Continue reading Udaan #FridayFotoFiction

The Day I Lost You A Little

The Day I Lost You A Little is a Wordarry that is much closer to my heart. For reasons that it’s some taken from my life and much weaved as it went along. The Day I Lost You A Little Whenever I think of pain and hurt, I always remember my abusive first relationship. But that night, as I frantically looked in your eyes for an ounce of trust and belief. It felt like someone punched me in the gut, and my heart sunk to an unknown bottom, pulling me with it. This was a pain and hurt, I had … Continue reading The Day I Lost You A Little