The Wealth Of Stories – #TodaysTale
Daily stories for wisdom & grace in the form of #TodaysTale
Writer’s Diary
Sweet Tooth
Sweet Tooth. I didn’t have one. There was no room for it in my world of efficient kitchen logistics & transactions of nutrition.
In Memorium: Thinking Of Jaideep
Flowers & an endless supply of pens for you, Jaideep Khare. Written for an @alphabetsambar writing exercise on Clubhouse.
I Don’t Belong Here
These carefree whistlersgirls throwing hearts & bodies outto men who will let them falland men who will pick them uponly to throw them backI have been thrown away,thrown over, thrown backI don’t belong here The screaming thundersdripping rage & accusationsto fertile minds that will turn theminto gangrene & cancerThe storms…
A Peach For Breakfast
An old post for a new prompt uncovered the purity of my emotion & unabashed sensuality before I met moral policing. But I still like a good peach.
Better Days: Growing Hope In A Wasteland
For some months now, Clubhouse has been my new social media toy. It has also been my solace, my refuge during the soul-shattering COVID-19 second wave. I’ve made friendships of a very different kind from any I’ve had before (even counting the pioneering days of chatrooms, blogs & Twitter). Hearing people’s voices through the dark desolation of a pandemic and having those voices be what carry you into choosing to wake up every day – this cannot be explained to somebody who hasn’t experienced it. This piece was written for a theme set by my steadiest co-host, Tareque Laskar – Better Days.
Love Gardener
Love does arrive, neatly packaged. It grows in mud that stains. Sometimes it poisons your being. Still, I keep it watered and nourished. Because, have you see the flowers?
Lessons Of Leo 👑
August, Leo month, brought me back to life, piecing together from debris, things I’ve never owned.
The Public Personal
When your life is lived out on the digital space, where does the public end and the personal begin?
Books | Fiction | Pop Culture | Relationships
Paper Lovers
We didn’t speak at our first meeting. He wore orange trousers & skulked in a corner. I was the life of the party in pinstripes. Irony clinked glasses all around. I discovered he had a blog & I visited from my anonymous account. It was much better than the one…