How much I liked blowing soap bubbles It was long past in my childhood. Running after the bubbles to catch and burst And the unbounded joy ! Alas growing up I knew Wise men have told, “Life is but a
Read More »The year spent was scary Never in my life I had gone through a pandemic. Unheard unseen a situation I went through it. The fear was there and the gloom also. A talkative a good hostess I remained alone. Eight
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It was well past 9 pm. Reena paced to the kitchen forgetting the customary good night kiss to her daughters; Shivani and Sangita. She wanted to organise the kitchen chores, but her mind was perturbed. Her hospital appointment was at
Read More »On the balcony With my tea cup How many times I have thought Can’t I go back? The day I played with the dust Cooking rice dal with sand My pots and pans Were the coconut shells. Can’t I go
Read More »Father-in-law finally came back from Indonesia to home. He was working in the Indian Embassy there. He retired, and we here were waiting eagerly his arrival. . The day he arrived, we all had been to the airport to receive
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Suhashini was nowhere to be seen! Latika checked where the other Class 11 girls were sitting, but could not find her. The seniors had arrived by the first bus. Latika, along with her Class 10 mates, had arrived later by
Read More »Liliana sat by the window of her Palermo home staring at the empty street. From the background nonstop telecasting about the virus was going on the TV. She heard, Italy is facing the gravest tragedy since the Second World War.
Read More »She looked frozen. Yet it was not winter. Then what was the reason? The little sweet girl, she was only six. Her parents died and she was in a fix. An aunt took her care, the uncle was a rogue.
Read More »Radhamani quickened her steps. The sun was yet to rise, and planet Venus was still shining. In the silence of early morning, she could hear the rustle of her heavy Paata (woven silk) saree and could smell the scent of the gajra in her hair.
Read More »Charulata Panigrahi, with her eloquent and poignant presence, makes the Inn a little more green and a little more charming place for the Artoons. Her sanguine and effervescent presence at ArtoonsInn is cherished every Wednesday through her articles on a
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