He was a cobbler, I often went to his shop as a child to get a shoe repaired. He sat on a leather mat on the floor, with a stool in front of him for costumer to sit and wait if they wish. This shop smelled of leather, shoe shiner and polish. He had dirty […]Read More Mending ways
Feeling uninspired? Lost focus? Will power? Strength and direction? Lost energy, incentive, motivation? Be it financial drives, Emotional upheaval, Disappointment or dismay. It’s almost hard to push, To keep going forward To keep the zeal and spirits alive, That feels a dead end; cul de sac. It’s then ok to disconnect, To sit back, Reflect […]Read More The time car..
’What is it that bothers you, new white hair? becoming old? Isn’t it a natural process?’ Suella asked her daughter. ’What a lot of bothers, I feel premature ageing, how come nothing has been discovered yet that can permanently colour the hair, without having to touch the roots’. Ella replied. Suella replied in her typical […]Read More Silver lining
Life had come to a standstill. The same hospital, same medicines, bizarre pieces of equipment around Neil that felt he was chained in a cell. Doctors and staff also had dropped, sad and fatigued faces, almost if they had no more excitement left in their own life too. In those rare moments when Neil had […]Read More Not even a stir
Never before in her counselling career had Allen witnessed a fuming client before. Hannah, a middle-aged woman sat before her at first with inhibition and reserve. In no time, she started to vent out in a loud emotional tone. Justifying every action of her life with impatient clarification. Allen could read in between her lines, […]Read More Blurred boundaries..
Aga was a spoilt boy, everyone believed it yet no one had ever dared to speak up. Being the only son of a billionaire, he had every privilege that one could think of. From the fastest racing cars, beautiful, majestic villas, farmhouses, private aeroplanes to yachts, sometimes it was difficult for him to pinpoint what […]Read More A ripple in the riches..
I am a goldsmith by profession. I saw, forge, cast, file and polish precious metals. For many years I have worked relentlessly to make my name, my brand and my mark in the supersaturated gold industry. I am known for creative imagination and a great sense of design. People trust my knowledge of precious stones, […]Read More A secret artist
I met time. We became friends. I asked him many questions. One was on love. Here is what he had to say. Love is a spark in life, a spark that lights up a bleak sky. Yet, the spark lasts for a short while. Soon reality knocks the door. Not long, when I teach you […]Read More Timeless love
I live in the famous red city. Its buildings are made of beaten clay, with arches, domes, minarets and mosques with both Spanish and French influences. One of the main features of our homes is a fountain right in the middle of the house, it is mostly covered in tiles in a mosaic. I used […]Read More Drawing without an eraser
She was beautiful. My heart skipped a beat every time I saw her. I knew the time she passed by every day and I looked forward to each time I could have a glimpse of her. It’s just that I could not do anything about it. I had problems bigger than love. I opened my […]Read More In a city of sealed ears
For as long as I remembered, I had shunned the emotion of love. I had ridiculed my friends for getting attached too quickly, for losing control over their lives. Most of the times, I teased them with profound arguments of how undeserving their beloved was, finding flaws in her gait, posture, personality and sincerity. ‘Love […]Read More The Poet!
Futile, irrational and bad past.. Hakuna Matata!Read More Hakuna Matata!
There once was an old lady, She ran a village’s local tea shop, And she would never frown, Even when too tired to sleep. Was it the woman who sold miracles? Or was it just her tea? And when she would smile, My heart would skip some beats, And I would sit there longer, Pretending […]Read More The lady who sold miracles
I had merely begun to sip my tea so cold, How very egregious to hear a knock at my door, Upon my doormat stood a woman quite sad, Excuse me, sir, I seem to have lost my bag. Well, what does it look like I asked as I sighed, It doesn’t matter does it, It […]Read More Never lost
The most astonishing aspect of our lives is time. It has a surprise element to it. Both good, bad, happy and sad. This is what makes us cheer, Yet leaves behind few hidden fears. Attimes it is brutal, sudden, unpredictable… With magical feel here and there. The wheel of life spins around, With people of […]Read More Dear children
‘Write something’, he sent me a message. A few days later, I got another message, ‘stop ignoring, write about something’. Write about something.. anything.. write about me’, he said. ‘What can I write about you’, I asked. He was the first newborn as of the second generation in my family. On the day, I being […]Read More My Bullah!!
The time it takes to let the heart take the lead.Read More The inner child
‘You are not doing right’. Madi concluded. She was trying to react positively to her husband’s sister who happened to be her friend too. ‘O really? What do you expect? How shall I react? I never had time for a family or social life, I worked day in and out… all for this day, that […]Read More shift and shine
Happy women’s dayRead More A silent salute
When Love needs repair tooRead More The golden repair 💖
When the life gives a drum pad, bring out mallets and enjoy your own music.Read More The drummer
You don’t know a story till you know its end. Challenge?Read More A lost self
When the mystery of fair and foul unravels, it the beginning of an end.Read More Overcast
He was feeling very sad and gloomy. His first crush and love had ditched him for a boy he always had problems with. He fought with him many times, they stared and punched each other on the face. How the hatred started within them he could never tell. Yet it was also hard to believe […]Read More Exciting and bright !!!
You have within you all that it takes to shine outRead More It’s all in one contained
The story of a girl who learned a lesson, she was not a painter but a canvas. The colours and patterns she absorbed on her canvas were a choice based on her understanding and believe.Read More All I want for Christmas is …
First stage of love, fun and laughterRead More The power of love-1