Storms… Now and Then…

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 45; the forty-fifth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton. The theme for the month is “The Night After The Storm”. There was a … Read moreStorms… Now and Then…

A Walk Through Memories (Part 7)

(<<< Part-6) The bags are packed and in the car. The week has been wonderful, and has added to my memories of this white bungalow, for I’ve relived my childhood and seen Vidya live hers. I’ve not yet been to see Sharada chechy. I know, if I do, that I’ll cry, and she’ll cry too. … Read moreA Walk Through Memories (Part 7)

A Walk Through Memories (Part 6)

(<<< Part-5 || Part-7 >>>) The sea glows orange as the sun sinks into its depths, and I watch it from the edge of the beach, writing my name with a broken stick, and letting the waves run into me as they wash it away. Behind me, Aarthi and Vidya play hopscotch in the bungalow … Read moreA Walk Through Memories (Part 6)

A Walk Through Memories (Part 4)

(<<< Part-3 || Part-5 >>>) The pitter-patter of rain is music to my ears as I stir from my sleep. For a moment, I wonder where I am. I look around to see no one near me, and I panic. But the music drifts in through the window, and I feel at home once again, … Read moreA Walk Through Memories (Part 4)

A Walk Through Memories (Part 3)

(<<< Part-2 || Part-4 >>>) Not once, not twice or thrice, but seven times I sneezed as I entered my old bedroom. I walked to the window and pulled the curtains open. The sun, peeking out from the clouds for the first time since morning, cast its rays into the room and in its brightness, … Read moreA Walk Through Memories (Part 3)