Life in a Golden Cage

There was a strange uniformity in everything; the energy drained faces, the dresses, the rooms, routines, the walls, caretakers; well, that’s about literally every boarding school. Though we had a well defined time table for our life there – reminding constantly about it by the ear splitting sound of that bell – I liked to…

Shortest Autobiography

Then, picked to mark love; Now, petals plucked on heart break; Yes, I’m that red rose… ~Yet another try on haiku, for Ronovan’s haiku challenge for this week using the words ‘heart’ and ‘petals’. Didn’t come out the way I wanted. But I felt like posting the picture. Featured image taken few months back from…

Faith

It’s been years, but I’m still waiting… They say you got lost in the sea and there’s no hope… Little do they know, you can’t just fail to find the light that shone upon every dream we grew up with… ~A try on three line tales photo prompt by Sonya. Another first, leaving here for…

Hope

Dark clouds have cried down, There can only be sunshine now; To blaze what remains… ~Another try on haiku, for Ronovan’s haiku challenge for this week using the words ‘clouds’ and ‘sunshine’. Featured image taken from the terrace on an evening just after a heavy rain. Pune rains are like this, sudden unexpected pour downs…

Tiniest of Love Stories

​”It’s time to go, dear!” Kissed every wave, left my shore; A beach penned her tale… ~My first try on haiku. I never thought I could write something so short, cuz I always rant and I care about the descriptions and detailing way too much. I came across this post on this blog by Ronovan who post a lot of challenges on…

Daydream

​”No issues mate, good work.”  Said the tester. “Tling”  He woke up from his catnap to the list of issues just came by mail. ~Simply the life of a developer. I always wonder, whether these testing people are given special training on torturing a developer. How does they manage to show up with an issue…

The Ant Story

A tiny black ant in the sugar, I found strolling by That daddy just brought from the shop nearby. Mom took a tin and poured in the sugar, I waited as the ant came out like a skilled digger. Scared he seemed, as faster he strolled; Up, to the lid then back down he patrolled….

Mom

“Who do you love the most, mommy or daddy?” “Daddy, indeed!” “Ohh! Why so?” “Cuz mommy loves it that way!” ~ There is this campaign around here – ‘Hug Your Parents’ by a students organisation called SIO. I’m not a member, but I really loved their new cause. So here’s to #hugyourparents !!  I really…