Category Archives: Telling stories
Art
My #painting. . A woman is the most integral and beautiful part of a man’s life. She might be a mother, sister, friend, partner or wife. She is a source of calmness and positive energy and a silver lining during the clouds of doubt. So is a man to her. Acknowledging each other’s significance makesContinueContinue reading “Art”
Breeze of love Part -4
Coincidentally K and she reached the board room at the same time and were greeted by the excited and ever-fresh siblings. After regular pleasantries, she heard him speak politely with authority and clarity. “We need to rearrange our work place. I don’t want us to be placed in different corners of the office, especially whenContinueContinue reading “Breeze of love Part -4”
Breeze of love -Part 3
If her heart had drummed so loudly inside that board room, it seemed to be subdued now. Voidness engulfed her as she rode back home after 8 well spent hours. The humming melody in the radio didn’t help it at all. Her own actions and reactions astounded her. Her mind reeled. Wasn’t she the focussedContinueContinue reading “Breeze of love -Part 3”
Terrible tales of our weighing scales…
In the era where there is a public outrage against “overweight ism”, and out burst against body shaming due to few increased pounds, I’m here to tell tales about the undisclosed frustrations of thin-shaming and skinny shaming.. 5.3” tall and 42 kgs…it’s ME. Why have you become so thin? Is the first compulsory 10 markContinueContinue reading “Terrible tales of our weighing scales…”
Miles to go before I sleep…
I love Robert Frost’s poems. The depiction of truth and the profound sense of reality attracts me towards his work. At times, we often halt in the middle of a weary road before taking the next couple of iambic meters to cover up the “ tale of our life”, pondering over the purpose of ourContinueContinue reading “Miles to go before I sleep…”
Love is you
Hope
Tiny stories
I love to paint and write. Here I am, bringing both my favorite things together #tellingtales
Childhood chronicles
I am also becoming a victim of “oh-my-god, im getting old” syndrome. The fully grown celebrities who were infants during my teenage days and my sub sub juniors candid wedding pics aggravates that illness. Even though outsiders claim that I’m still looking 20+ the lub dub organ inside the body refuses to soak in thatContinueContinue reading “Childhood chronicles”
Splash of colors and shades of grey-An imperfectly perfect Paradox. 