Konni was not called the Chirapunji of the south for no reason!

I’m bestowed upon this nickname, and sometimes I move around like a self proclaimed one too, Well, there’s no denying on that one —a “not letting it go”, “self indulgent” bookworm that I am.
Libraries and …

The girl was being questioned  by her parents and her teachers, taking turns.The corridors became dull that day, like her face where she had pasted false courage.The boy in question had not yet arrived.Perhaps, he was …

Ravinder has used light-hearted humour, chat scripts and phone dialogues to bring out the development of a modern romance. It is simple and touching and goes straight to your heart.

I remember my return
when lamps were being lit
all around in happy smiles.
I remember the sweetness
of those homemade sweets
sweetened with love
seasoned with prayers.
I remember,the laughter
mingled with crackers
I remember the sparkle of
eyes and those sticky hands
sweetened in …

the perfect 10

A boy, eight years old, is taken to his first football match. Afterwards he remembers- he will never forget- the sheer mass of crowd and the volume of noise created by the cheering …

It was Diwali and Chauhan Uncle was sitting in his rocking chair listening to the sound of crackers burst  in his neighbourhood.  This was  an unusual Diwali for him,  yet he kept on telling himself that he would …

Is Diwali about the array of lights spread all around? Or is it about the lights which are within you—to guide you, to navigate you through thick and thin?
Is Diwali the splendid display of uncountable …

She stood looking at the city. From this height, roads looked like grey snakes and buildings like matchboxes. A friendly breeze cooled her hot cheeks and ruffled her hair. She watched the evening bus leave …

Yesterday afternoon when I returned from a time-pass shopping spree and was planning for the evening visit to a friend’s house I thought of dressing my toddler in the the new pants which I picked …

I could go back
once when eveything is over
when life seems a mirage
looking back into that forlorn mirror.
I could go back
when I near the end
where I have nothing to lose.
Perhaps,then,my feet will take
sure strides on the …

are we stuck?
here in the present?
we are not moving
we look back for a push
from somewhere in the past
then aren’t we in the past?
never have realy moved on
stagnated, curdled
unaware…
future is a mirror
&this is what we have
standing, …

As I was having my evening tea in the balcony my phone started ringing. I ran to the phone and found out that it was my chachiji on the line. After exchanging pleasantries she told …

I’m a shoppaholic!! I buy to God’s glory. I spend to my in-glory:)
Women and shopping have a connection that could even hit on our biology.I know a friend whose tiffs with her husband always burns …

The constitution of a person actually decides what oil to use on the body. Season is another criterion of choice of massage oil. A search on the web probably bombards you with oils that will reduce cellulite, remove pimples, cure arthritis and remove an entire gamut of illnesses. In reality, the oils of Ayurvedic recipes have an extremely specific method and elaborate process of preparation and are administered in fixed proportions according to the illnesses diagnosed and the constitution of the person. Yet, there are massage oils that an Indian household, adhering to Ayurvedic tradition, stocks for a fixed daily routine.

Chetan Bhagat, the best-selling English language novelist in Indian history has recently released another blockbuster known as “2 States: The Story Of My Marriage”. keeping his tradition, of including Arabic numerals in his titles, Chetan …

Can you imagine your neighbours encroaching your farmland or unnecessarily interfering your family’s private matters?  Obviously you can not. If happened so, doubtlessly you will struggle against it. But when a neighbor at country level …

 Along the twirling path I love to wander,
In lush green grove in lovely meander,
 By the brook here there and yonder,
Along that coiling path I love to wander,
 Along the twirling path I love to wander,
 On the …

Body fatigued
Mind exhausted
Lying on the back
Cushion below the head
And the eyes just closed…..

Night darkened
Dreams beckoned
Awaiting the dreams
The eyes closed…..

Eyelids drew closer
As if wanting to meet
In a fraction they met
And the eyes closed……

Water …

Once upon a time when I was going for my engineering entrance tuition, I met the most infuriating person I have ever known. He was a teacher who taught Physics. Notebooks out and pens in …