She was so sure her mudras were perfect, her arches just right and the toes pointed perfectly. She had moved from another city to be here with the great dancer and teacher Mrignaini Subalaxmi to hone her craft and to return home as the toast of the town, celebrated, felicitated and famous. Here she …
My post for the campaign #Selfies4school at Tell – a- Tale. Ghanshyam was a worried man, every time he looked he sighed! He tried to avoid looking but it did not work, what was he to do? Every time he needed something, each time he called out, there it was, staring him in the face. …
“She flaunted her assets like a proud peacock and ‘happiness’ invaded her every pore. As the other women stared at her bikini clad gorgeousness she cared only for his eyes’ appreciative glance as he was mesmerised ‘on the beach’ as stood in his striped shorts. Love ignited on water!” Written for the From 15 to …
http://pixabay.com/ Blogging is incomplete if we do not learn the right way of commenting on the blogs we visit and reply to those who take the time out to visit us. Here is what I follow while commenting and see most popular and gifted bloggers follow. 1. Write in simple language and use more than …
Today I write a link post for my blog as a part of the Write Tribe 7 Days blogging fiesta!! I link to the four people in my post that have kept me hooked onto writing and blogging. Surprisingly they are all ladies!! But they did help me connect to a lot of absolutely marvellous …
The most obvious answer would be YES if you are online 24/7 then most definitely you must be addicted! But in the time of ‘auto-sync’ and smart devices and real time updates who is not. It more than just being connected all the time, it is following the world through the internet. Is your life, …
She stood rooted to the spot and looking closely at the face, as close his giant height would allow her to see. He smiled back to her but it looked like a sneer, her mind on yesterday. She was sure he was the really tall thief she had spotted flicking things from the second …
The personal diary lay open, pages fluttering in the wind. She was tempted to take but just a peek inside. How was he, the ever so meticulous one not here? She stood afraid, by the door, ajar and so inviting; It was his personal space and she had no reason; It was his safe haven …
“Cubistic Embrace,” Pastel by Ric Hall and Ron Schmitt, Courtesy B2 Fine Art Gallery The vice-like grip & sweat stuck to her as he hugged her tightly. She took a breath & inhaled the smell, it felt putrid & nauseous. As she pushed him away, she felt his blow but they were “three in a …
The simple act of walking on the streets reminds us that we are not truly free. Here’s a take on the freedom to walk. The #FreedomIs campaign asked readers to share their idea of what freedom is, and what freedoms they wanted, through a selfie with a message. The results were varied and beautiful. You can see the …
On this #WorldOrganDonationDay a few verses about how a soldier can be helpless in a world that is careless. He was fighting a losing battle, one he thought of defeating every day. He hoped and inquired every day, hoping that today would be the day he would win. He would hear the good news that …
Friends have a reunion; we just crossed each other’s path like trains across tracks; close enough to engage but far enough to not cause discomfort. Making endless plans for years and hiding behind the social network. At long last I relented; meeting her at the park. Like the first time. Linking it to the following two Prompts …