Wednesday, February 13, 2019


Courtesy - J Hardy Carroll
In place of the open ground where she used to play with her friends and siblings during her childhood, an unsightly building had come up.

The whole place looked congested concrete jungle. The village had lost its previous charm along with its native flora and fauna. Flashy malls and apartments were sprouting around. 

She lost the battle in court to corporators and big real estate agents. Encroachment and rampant development bulldozed various small dissents. She was one of the many hapless old residents; compensation was not enough! 

Teary-eyed she stood watching as her ancestral home was razed.

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Wednesday, February 6, 2019


Courtesy - Anshu Bhojnagarwala

Agni dev (Fire Deity) held supreme importance in her life. She revered festivals like Lohri, Holika Dahan* centered around fire and often found it magical. Her grandfather told her various stories related to every festival and explained the spiritual meaning behind each ritual.

In his absence, she derived strength from the fiery power of Agni.

On her marriage day, she was numb eyed while revolving around the sacred fire. Suddenly, she glimpsed her grandfather's image take form in the Agni.

There was lilt in her steps. She knew he was there to sanctify her marriage!

* I have given the Wikipedia links for Lohri and Holika Dahan - these are important Hindu festivals celebrated with much fervor throughout the country.
~ According to Hindu marriage tradition - the primary witness for marriage is Fire deity (Agni), in the presence of family and friends.

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Wednesday, January 30, 2019


Courtesy: Renee Heath

The atmosphere was serene, the horizon was splashed with hues of pink and purple. She sat quietly with her husband and kid, mesmerized by the beauty, listening to the silence; dry sand massaging her feet, warm desert breeze pressing against her chest.

Time stood still; she felt she spent a lifetime in those moments with the anchors of her life.

Tomorrow, the tent and the chairs will be empty; only to be occupied by someone else. But, she was glad that she understood the reason for this change and impermanence before her last breath.

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Wednesday, January 23, 2019


Courtesy - Ted Strutz
He decided to take a road trip to save his marriage. He was excited to rekindle their old passion.

Sunday, January 20, 2019


I have been collecting pistachio shells for quite some time in the hope of making some beautiful artwork to adorn my house.

Friday, January 18, 2019


Copyright: Dale Rogerson
Every time he was angry, he would puncture a hole in the glass door that separated his room from his sister's room. 

Monday, January 14, 2019

Saturday, January 5, 2019


 The future is here, the future is now!

The statement might seem an oxymoron but we are living in a smart world - filled with Smart technologies, smartphones, smart wearable like smartwatches and fitness bands, and living in smart homes.

Sunday, December 23, 2018


Small is Beautiful - Leopold Kohr

For me, little things in life matter. These are the moments that I cherish or will cherish years later. I draw from this reservoir of memories from time to time. This brings a smile to my face when I am alone or facing a difficult moment in my life.

Friday, December 21, 2018


Copyright – Adam Ickes

Whatever his attire, he wore those bulky boots. He missed her so badly that he wore them to sleep. Friends and family chided him for being a moron. Everyone thought he had turned mad.

Friday, December 14, 2018


He felt chained by his circumstances. There were continuous bickering and exchanges between his parents. 

Sunday, December 9, 2018


I live in busy area of the city! Everything is a stone throw's away, be it a street vendor with his cart,  mom and pop store, supermarket, retail shops for

Thursday, December 6, 2018


In the land far away 
Tucked in the corners of my dream
I wonder if there is peace
That will dawn upon me

Sunday, December 2, 2018


The Cursor was blinking and he was staring blankly at his computer screen. He was tired after a long day at work but couldn’t sleep. He received a call late in the evening requesting that he come home at the earliest. It had been 3 years since he visited home. In his new job he kept himself immersed in work.


Last time he saw her
He lost track of time