sinusoid

My entry for 3WWlanguish of fierce stormsvelocity of ferocious windsthe intensity mellows downthe high tides, quietens their pacethe full eclipse, crosses its primethe darkness, fades away in a whiskerpeace emerges and prevailsthe canoe gently floats,bound the horizon, reflectingbright red rays of evening sunstillness of the vast oceansinusoidal effects of l...

Anything for you, ma'am

The first 50 odd pages were slow. The plot was going back and forth and it wasn't intriguing enough. But after crossing this initial hurdle, Tushar Raheja's debut novel "Anything for you, ma'am" is a humorous and interesting story. My hubby gifted me this book for my birthday. I hope he really meant the title :-) The Monday break for Ramzan provided me the right opportunity to catch up on this unputdownable...

Liberated

My contribution to totally optional prompt compulsions of the past conformance to standards follower of the herd never before a rebellious attitude swaying to society's ways vagaries of monotony hit her hard, "impatient, idealistic", they called her, she started to wonder purpose of her existence slowly she turned starts to question everything, opinionated, execution oriented eager to make a difference to...

Unexpected visitor

My contribution to 3WWA quiet, peaceful eveningmonsoon rains simmered down,TV volume blaring awaywrapping up a homely suppera screeching sound out of the blueI look around puzzled,moving in the direction of noisehe peeks under the washing machinethe tiny mouse well engagedon the slab with anxious looks,he shakes the contraption violentlystanding beside him, I start to screamthe little devil runs into...

Green is the colour

After the fabulous 3 day drive to Belur, Chikmagalur, Mullyangiri and Halebidu, my eyes are still relishing the visual treat. These places were part of my to-visit list for a while now. There are two types of vacations - one that is well planned and the other which is spontaneous. This trip falls under...

the forgotten summer

My contribution to 3WW CLIIIA sunny bright afternoonthe scorching rays no respitehumid breeze, howling murmurswiggling shadows of treeswhirling storm of dustthe empty highways, a threatdistant mirage, a glarehope in any shape or formluster of a tiny raindropgently fell on my dry p...