Following my heart, Daring to dream, Living without regrets
I wrote this poem on the prompt by the same name given by the Fb group ‘TSL’ in April . Its based on an experience I had on our last day of shopping in March this year, after which the malls closed. For those who do not know when ‘Ripped jeans’ came into being and…
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I don’t know which phase of the ‘lockdown’ or the ‘release from lockdown,’ phase we are in. I’ve lost track. It’s now…let me count…from 22nd March till date…around four months since this never-ending nightmare began. For all those who’ve counted, it’s 116 days as I write this and since I started doing the cleaning, mopping,…
Read MoreNote: If you’re a man and you’re reading this quote you’re probably doing one of two things- a) agreeing with it or b) disagreeing with it. If you agree with it, then I have nothing to say except maybe you can make life easier for the woman in your life – mother, wife, daughter, cousin,…
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It’s that time of the year in India, when you find students pouring over their books, papers, laptops. I see them with their noses dipped at the building gates awaiting the school bus, in the coffee shop with their ear phones on – to shut the noise out, on park benches amidst cawing crows and…
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I wrote this poem on one of those ‘bad mamma’ days when my girls had both entered the ‘rebel teens’ stage. If you have children but have not experienced that stage or have managed to cross through it without being bogged down, then you’re indeed fortunate. It is strange how my own troubles helped me…
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