Every woman is an influencer who battle out their challenges every single day – personally, socially at work and inside the concrete walls of so called house. You are the change with immense power and responsibility.
Writing was natural for her.
Relationships in the storms of change.
Microtale on infinite love
Not all love is expressed.
Not all monsoons are merrier.
Who is the reason behind your breath?
A different kind of Love Story.
People become inspirations, they do.
Micro Tale on Fear | The Scribbled Writings
What comes to your mind when you say winters? A microtale on Winters | The Scribbled Writings
We are born as human beings – to set an example, to defy the odds.
An ode to my Dad.
Everyone has a story that you know nothing about.
Relations need to be a bit crazy.
Do you search the skies to contain your memories?
Everyone is a story. An open book filled with shades of different colours painting a picture of their life.
Time was the only hope you can cling to.
And whatever you try to accomplish, start and don’t stop until you complete it, no longer how long it takes.
Don’t lose hope, for there is a sunrise after sunset.
It’s true, we carry the traces of where we are from. You are the iota of where you belong. Mumbai Maketh Me is a sonnet where I describe about my presence, my life and a tribute to the place where I reside. This is me, I’m Mumbai. Mumbai Maketh Me.
Human brain is wired in such a way that it won’t allow you to take steps that might hurt you. We fear, sometimes a lot.
For me, travelling is an art. I tie up the laces of my shoes and a dramatic journey begins.
Manage to read between the lines in any conversation and you will write a story.
Sometimes I wonder why unpredictable things surprise us. Like someone’s smile make us skip a beat, a wink can give us flushed cheeks, and a touch can send us a shrill. SMILE, I’LL FALL FOR YOU is one such 18-line sonnet that I felt watching someone for a brief moment of time. Hope you find the emotions bring the complete scenario right in front of your eyes. Comment, Like and Share if you loved reading it as much as I did writing it down.
In life, for our best relationships to last long, we have to give some time and space.
There are some people in our lives we binge on. And at the need of hour, it’s not their physical presence that appeases our soul, but just the thought of them makes us feel happy.
When identity was questioned, what would you answer, questions Karthik in his microtale.
And in his thoughts lost, I found love in a different way, where he lived in the tranquility.
We might have the right to make choices for ourselves but we definitely do not have the right to do that for someone else. Choice isn’t gender biased just as feminism. A concept that is unanimously misunderstood.
Sometimes I fear, Making me shed a tear. Thinking about my life, I know it’s a long strife. Gripped in the fear of my destiny, Ah, it’s not just my story, but of many. I fear failure ending up in closed doors and uncharted paths, Is it the same even in…
Only a few people understand who you are within.
In life, there are moments so severe, so absolute, in our workplace or in personal relationships that you can’t be in the limelight of every single good thing that you aim to do. You can’t have the credit of the thought which you might have triggered to someone / for something. At times, you have…
Microtale on Heart
Change is an opportunity to you. Embrace it else it’s just a missed opportunity.
Sometimes you have to wait and stay strong in the hurdles of life. Nothing is perfect.
Life is indeed beautiful! Sometimes it’s a bit messy,and always unpredictable.
If not today, then we all will be responsible for the ugly repercussions.
Sometimes letting go is the best thing rather than making it difficult for yourself.
Things that were simpler and easier can be difficult at times.
Every new day is the reason to keep your dreams alive, to accomplish them.
Microtale on Monsoon
A real note to true friends.
Will Karthik jump from the train to help Ananya? What is Ananya’s fate?
Miracles are not magic.
The story about the girl I encountered
To all the twenty year old….
Microtale on Time and Life
The worth of wait in photography
A story that I wished to end.
Read again,you might get lost. Because its Karma.