Weaving prized moments, from life’s treasure chest, together
CHAPTER 5 - THE FLASHBACK Neera turned around to see the box that was resting on the table beside the door. It was a pretty green metallic box with flowers painted on it. The shiny green color was too attractive. She served cha* to her father, Rahman chacha and Kabir bhai*, Rahman chacha's son. But,... Continue Reading →
Wrote this poetry, when I was in class XI. Shared it on my blog , after I started A weaver at work . It showcases most beautifully the worth of time that we fail to acknowledge when we do have time in hand. Go ahead and give it a read...
QUOTES BY ME - AS I LEARN AND GROW EVERYDAY , MY MIND AGES TOO, WITH THE SUBTLE TOUCH OF EXPERIENCE . THERE'S NO END TO KNOWLEDGE... These quotes are realizations gathered in one or two lines as time takes me on a ride with it ...SO PRESENTING TO YOU MY REALIZATIONS ABOUT THE BEAUTIFUL... Continue Reading →
CHAPTER 4- THE BETRAYAL Durga's eyes welled up with tears as she stared at the man with curly grey and white hair, chubby cheeks, clad in a simple white kurta pajama. He stood there, holding two jute bags filled with groceries, smiling like a baby . Durga could no longer hold herself back and rushed... Continue Reading →
CHAPTER 3-IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE Durga blinked...once....twice... thrice. A teardrop rolled down her cheek. She was breathing heavily. Slowly turning her head, she looked up. Straining her eyes hard, the girl tried to perceive what she was facing. It was just a white washed ceiling. So, she was in a room. Durga moved her... Continue Reading →
A Weaver at work 