I bought a scooty almost a year ago. Why? Let's just say it was an itch that I had to scratch. It's of a pretty blue colour and is pretty old and pretty reliable. I like it so much that I named it. But that's not important now. Now, I don't have to travel by … Continue reading Untold#2 : Public Transport
I love to write in a diary. Loved it perhaps. My diaries were never fancy, maybe because I could never afford one. It was I think 2015 when I decided not to write every day religiously. I threw away all my previous diaries. Frankly speaking, I would have liked to burn them at that point … Continue reading Untold#1 : Diary
You might find it quite odd for a literature enthusiast that I was and now a literature student, to be discovering Ruskin Bond just now. I am surprised too. No one recommended this book to me and I did not randomly pick it up from anywhere. One very stressful day, I found myself in a … Continue reading Book Review: Maharani by Ruskin Bond
The fervour and anticipation for Holi is all around, and everyone is getting ready for a day full of joy and merriment. We at BlogAdda thought that we should get into the mood for Holi and add some colour in your life, so we’re giving you a creative blog writing prompt about 'A Life Full … Continue reading Colours
I have not written in about 6 months. I got stuck with a story around that time. I landed myself in a total crisis around that time. I have been in an uncertain, moody and distraught place ever since. I sat like a rock and stared at empty pages, feeling red hot bubbles rise from my … Continue reading Block block go away, don’t you dare come another day.
I get the worst seat in an examination hall. Ever since school. From having to sit beside people I so dearly dislike to being cramped in seats on which I feel like a giant. The desks are as uneven as the Indian roads ( No Kidding! Some desks actually had several potholes in them). But … Continue reading Between 1:30 and 2:30 pm
CAUTION: As the tittle suggests, this has absolutely nothing meaningful. Also, it's completely disoriented. So, Proceed At Your Own Risk! Frankly speaking, I have no idea what I should be writing about. A super-ambitious, easily excited, supremely irrational friend of mine believes that I am a good writer, which I don't know how far is … Continue reading Ain’t Nothing Creative In Here
"Could you get me some Aloe Vera?...", said Shabana massaging the itchy, blackened skin of her shin. Fariha turned on her heels way too soon. She was half way towards the terrace when the rest of her mother's request had caught up with her which she had, probably, added with a sharpened tone, much annoyance and … Continue reading One Half Of A Pair Of Scissors
Writing 101. Day 8: Death To Adverbs Every few nights, I look through my window to find a big, yellow moon rising in the sky, and if you could see it too, you would not see it shining upon you but facing you. Like as if someone had plucked the moon from the farthest distance … Continue reading Those Several Seconds
In the loving memory of Khadija Begum who died trying to save a baby panda from the clutches of wild. In need she stood By every family and friend. Even when her own farms Were too young to bear fruits. One day, She was touching lives And making havens. Now she is probably looking For … Continue reading In My Loving Memory….