When I started blogging on WordPress at the beginning of this year, my goal was basically to delve into the realm of creative writing using prompts. In short, to write more ! My writing mainly revolves over spirituality, books and personal reflections. Having gone through a severe quarter life crisis,…Continue reading Blogging goals
Pictures speak more than a thousand words. My lovely cousin sisters giving me hope, not all of childhood innocence and curiosity is devoured by pixels on a screen. May they be blessed and protected. (Weekly Photo Challenge : Threes. Tell a story in three pictures ) Linking it to NaBloPoMo. Phew…Continue reading Weekly Photo Challenge : Threes
From the time I was 11 or 12, whatever is it that I chose to wear- skirt & top, jeans & kurta, salwar kameez or the abaya – there has been an extra fabric on my head, covering my hair, popularly called as the HIJAB. On doing a quick Google…Continue reading The hijab – My choice
Place where I grew up : Doha, Qatar Class gradation and caste differences was something I was not aware of during my childhood days. Everyone had the same Staedtler Pencil and Faber Castell Colour Pencils. It was assumed everyone was from reasonably well-to-do families. Some of our neighbours were from…Continue reading A city and a village.
(The Daily Prompt from Daily Post today is : If you could wake up tomorrow and be fluent in any language you don’t currently speak, which would it be? Why? What’s the first thing you do with your new linguistic skills?) For me, without a doubt, the answer to the…Continue reading Word-hu(o)b
It has nearly been 6 months since I and my mom have been staying alone, back in our hometown, after a gap of nearly 20 years! Used to the idyllic slow paced life of Doha, safe and secure with Dad and brothers around, staying in Kerala was as adventurous as…Continue reading Neighbourhood.
While rewinding myself at the beach, after the big fat battle against exams, I was caught up in my daily dose of day dreaming when a glistening glass caught my eye. My Nancy-Drew-honed curious mind went over to investigate only to find a glass bottle with a note inside. Excitement…Continue reading Message in a bottle.
The generation before me did not grow up using Google for their school projects. The generation after mine would not have used Encyclopaedia Britannica for the same. We used both ! The generation before mine did not know what it was to listen to one’s favourite music over and over…Continue reading Generation gap
….because, eventually after all the darkness, light will shine through. (Prompt titled ‘Windows’ from Daily Post)
Every leaf that flutters. Every branch that sways. Every foliage that has changed it shade to the autumn yellow. Every dew drop on every petal of every colour – red or purple, magenta or white. Every secret of the blue sky. Every sunset that bursts with the brilliant chroma of…Continue reading Unique in His uniqueness
At the age of 7, happiness meant having a set of Faber Castell colour pencils. At age 10, it meant procuring a Tamagotchi. At 12, it meant securing the highest grades in school. At the age of 16, I thought happiness would evade me, have I not had a mobile…Continue reading Happiness – Different definitions