Poems & Short Stories

Storytelling is one of the great form of expression of thoughts and ideas. From the ancient days, we all have been practicing sharing anecdotes with our friends and families. There is interesting exchange of anecdotes in informal or formal setting which always excites and charms the listener. It is said that humor added in our story shakes the indifferent from the stupor. So everyone adds their own uniqueness in every tale they share. The foremost element that captures attention in addition to the elements that we are going to read further is our own charm or uniqueness of story-telling. Same applies to Story-writing. A well-defined or written story should have necessary elements which will entice the reader to go further and shove it away. Every element is unique in creative writing. Each holds a significance that will highlight the stories and make it complete. To mention, story-writing, as a whole, has elements namely plot, character, setting, conflict, resolution and the...

On a silver shady night, when on a road So many thoughts flooded my mind The visage of the snowy ball that was on board Winked at me sitting far away in the heaven’s abode I stayed unmoved and untouched The memories swept over me,   Swirling wind brought the sudden rain Clambering all the way down from the clouds With a determined promise though To heal the hot soil and remove its pain I stayed unmoved and untouched Rains in November, I could not fathom Even when it brought lovely outcomes Playing with the paperboats, the merry hearted children Pushed and pulled each other in the downpour Ripples in the water shone in the white light Like the summer of good memories in the darkest night I stayed unmoved and untouched     Awashed with water, the path smelled freshness The trail of lights snaking their way in the inky darkness Everything felt calm in my senses Until you came with your traces Became heavy the air, ...

The recent trip to lingerie shop gave me a much needed insight towards life. Yes you heard it right. Lingerie shop! So here the saga goes, I have always had been in search of good bras which could give me a correct fit and comfort. And I found it really hard to get one. It was like discovering oneself or to an answer to much sought after question “Does god exists?” The argument is still on. So is the search for truth. The truth here being “Is there any correct fit for my cleavage? Can they ever feel home? I will tell you my encounter with the varied set of bras. Some act like they follow strict guidelines but the minute I get busy hanging out with my schedule, they let my cleavage leap out providing it a freedom. Putting their hashtag ‘breakfree’. Some don’t have strong support system and putting the straps at place becomes another routine work like keeping the tucked hair at place or like the parents of brattish children. They don’t listen to you yet you yell at them. And...

Maths has always been a hot topic in my household. South-Indian, you see. It is an indispensable part of our life right from the beginning. If Swaraj is the birth-right that Lokmanya Tilak was so fond of, Maths is the birth right of every South-Indian family. If you cannot score centum in Maths means there is some serious mistake in your genetics. Hence, the fact that you need to be a pro in Maths glared so bright that it blinded our vision. If you wanted to move ahead without faltering, you had no choice but to ace the subject.   There is a saying ‘we can hate it but cannot ignore it’. I can see you nodding at this and that is what exactly Maths is all about. The subject is everywhere and you cannot ignore. Right from our accounts, daily grocery shopping, maintaining bills and so many other sundry things, it highlights its glorious visage left, right and center. I can still hear my mother scream,” Does your one cup rice have 3 cups of water?”, when I was shutting the lid of...