He said, “This home looks really broken down.” looking at the photograph. “Yes.” I replied. I heard pity in my friend’s voice. For a heart that had made room. But I remembered the goodbye. A welcome that wasn’t returned.And the plastic mask-shield came back to protect me again. From rain…
So I was at Culture Shoq’s Big Mic at IBar the Monday before last. And for the first time, I actually won. :-p I strung together four 55-word stories that I chaptered into a larger narrative called ‘Monsoon Romance’. They were Here’s my ‘performance’ (with apologies for the garbled voice,…
They RTed & DMed like crazy.They even read the other’s blogs. Then Facebook told him he was invited to ‘Happy Rakhi!’.So he hit #unfollow. *Inspired by this tweet. ** This unlike previous Twories is actually 140 characters and not 140 words. Perhaps it qualifies as Twiction instead.
Remember Novelrace? Two years may as well be twenty on social media. But my journal on being a first time writer has one final chapter.
Fifteen years ago, I won the first prize in a school singing contest. My reward was a gift voucher to the annual school Book Fair. And this book is what I brought home. Nearly two years ago, I shared the story of how Katy came into my life and everything…
The day stretches on like chewing gum that’s lost its flavour a long time ago. Yet, you won’t spit it out.
I wrote a tiny tale about an interview. Of a sort.
Based on a writing prompt by Manisha Lakhe at the Kala Ghoda Arts Festival.
She looked younger in real life. Younger, not better. At least, in the photograph on the website she was smiling. “Sandeep? Hi. Sharia.” He was already on his feet, shaking her hand. Then he stopped, hoping it wasn’t too vigorous a handshake and that her fingers weren’t hurting. He settled…
The final episode of my BlogAdda column is about how to cover every kind of event for your blog.