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A walk in the backyard wilderness

Posted on: August 28, 2024August 28, 2024Creative Writing , My Writings

My three year old darts out to the warm summer evening having been cooped up inside the house all day. The wild backyard is a welcome sight as golden sunlight slants through the leaves of the Ber tree. Its overripe maroon berries carpet the ground and their sweet aroma tinges the air. Shriveled leaves and weeds crunch under our feet […]

Did you slow down today?

Posted on: August 28, 2024August 28, 2024My Writings , Poems

Did you slow down today? To look at the bright ultramarine sky, shining emerald leaves of a tree, path of a buzzing bee, or a lazily floating butterfly?I am not asking youto stand for hours and hours. But spare a moment to relaxYour senses.To calm that animal inside youThat wants to keep running…Running away.That burns you outFrom inside.Just a moment […]

Reflections #1

Posted on: May 4, 2024May 4, 2024My Writings

I want to get lost in a really good book and forget the tumults of reality. But I also feel afraid that if I lose myself too much I wouldn’t pay attention to smaller issues in reality that may become big if I don’t immediately address them. But, this is the only way I feel charged. By reading a really […]

Story – Clockwork Hearts

Posted on: September 28, 2023September 28, 2023My Writings , Stories

I hear the gate clang shut as I place the teacups on a tray beside a plateful of their favourite Karanchi Bakery’s fruit biscuits. I greet them back to their cheery “salam” as I put the tray on the table on the front porch and retreat back to watch them from the door as they settle down on wicker chairs […]

The Mango Tree

Posted on: February 13, 2023February 13, 2023Birds , Creative Writing , My Writings , Nature , Trees

Originally written in the diary-cum-book by Ruskin Bond – Words from the Hills on 5th March, 2018. Every morning while preparing breakfast I stand in front of the kitchen window for a couple of minutes to look at the mango tree in our neighbour’s yard. Since I have come to live here, I had only seen dusty green leaves or […]

Evenings are magical

Posted on: March 13, 2022March 15, 2022Creative Writing , My Writings

Evenings are so magical. I love the serenity in it. It was therapeutical to be out in the terrace this evening. The sun had almost gone down but there was still light. When I peeped down to the pond, I suddenly felt a kind of Diana Wynne Jones’s kind of magic in the air. This correlation came about because I […]