Dear Diary, Every emotion can be expressed as a poem or a story. Yet sometimes, I find myself at a loss of words. That is when I experience the pains that had made its mark on my heart in the past. That is when I understand what a broken heart means. That is when I … More Diary of a broken heart!
Dinner ready. Dishes done. Kitchen cleaned. She sighed as she looked out of the window. He did promise to be home before the dinner gets cold today. From the past experiences, she knew not to hold her breath when it came to her husband’s promises. But he insisted stubbornly in the morning not to make … More Hope!
Heartbroken nature cried relentlessly, my heart followed her suit effortlessly, nature’s furry, they called it, my lunacy, they laughed about, And the ache promised to pop up again at oddest of the times to torment! Written for NoMo at Yeah Write and NaBloPoMo at Blogher. Day -13
You might know that I am in the process of writing a novel. Signing up for NaNoWriMo was essentially to give that nudge to focus and write the novel, the bits of which had been brewing inside me. Are you curious about my progress? Well, not much! I am writing, at the same time I … More A writing journey!
Let there be light, the light of happiness and the earth, glowing with it! Written for NoMo at Yeah Write and NaBloPoMo at Blogher. Day -11
A word to undo mistakes, to connect and build relations from withering and rotten. An act, mending the broken hearts, healing crushed souls offering peace for the pierced mind! A word, powerful and humble, striking out disputes, putting forth new perspective. I’m sorry! Written for NoMo at Yeah Write and NaBloPoMo at Blogher. Day -10 … More Apology
I find it difficult to deal with confrontations. I am okay if I have a very good relation with the person. But if not I find it really hard. What’s even more difficult is if I just leave the matter without confrontation. Now that’s against my principle. So either way I will be an emotional … More #MicroblogMondays – Avoiding Confrontation?
Eyes flooded, covering the searing pain Written for NoMo at Yeah Write and NaBloPoMo at Blogher. Day -9
I hear the footsteps rushing towards me, nothing can I do to hide from his reach once he gets hold of me that would be it for me my head, falling victim of his drumming talents my head, spinning and pounding until the knight in shining armour arrives Ibuprofen, what would I do without you! … More My Superhero!
And there he is at my door again. He is knocking with all his might. And I rush to usher him inside. As usual the chaos never subsides. My phone chimes, kid wails, husband talks, dishes waiting, and what not! There my favorite visitor is waiting and I can’t tend to him. My head is … More An Everyday Story!
