Musings of a Writer - Goes Where Her Thoughts Take Her
My attempts at fiction, weaving stories out of my overactive imagination. Sit back and enjoy this journey of self-discovery with me!
Barkha glanced around, exasperated. How had she managed to gather such an eclectic bunch of friends over the years? She didn’t know whether to laugh or to cry! There was Yashi, looking all glamorous and …
Somewhere in March the world celebrated the International Day of Happiness. All day that day and since, at the back of my mind, a debate has been raging on. What exactly is happiness? What makes …
Author’s Note: Catch Part 1 and Part 2 First! Ajay and Seema settled down at the icecream parlour with their grandchildren. Ajay was gallant and thoughtful. He even asked Seema if she wanted a sugar-free …
Author’s Note: Catch Part 1 Here Seema had a new spring in her step when she accosted the two little brats to the park the next morning. She was trying her best to ignore the …
Seema sat on the park bench watching the little tots playing in the sandbox. Sanjay would have been so thrilled to see them so full of joy and life! She quickly shifted her thoughts to …
Anita sat beside the window sill, tears streaming down her eyes. The myriad of emotions going through her was too much to contain or display. She had to get a grip, now! She could hear …
Author’s Note: It has taken me nearly a month to gather my thoughts around this story. I discussed the possible end to this remarkable alternate with many ladies. No punishment we devised seemed nearly suitable …
Author’s Note: Thank you to all those women who wanted to read something more life-affirming and stronger. In my first story, I tried to depict the stark reality of today. I now attempt to write …
1960 Abha stood up and faced him, eyes blazing. They had been talking for hours now on this… situation they found themselves in. They weren’t getting anywhere and it seemed like they were stuck in …
She glanced to her left at the pandal. The evening Aarti for Ma Durga could be heard along with the drums and cymbals. Fragrant smoke filled the air from the incense burning in clay pots …
