Once upon a time: High heels and matching gloss A twirly skirt and a flowery top “O, don’t you look lovely?” The mirror coos at me I just tug in a stray strand Skipping out of the door Yep, I am ready,
Of Ice and Men #BarAThon
Misplaced Expectations
I can see the love in his eyes It says Hold on to me till the day I die He will notice when I am sad He even steals a hug whenever he can I should just be happy
Life of Pie #BarAThon
I was baked to motherly perfection Don’t you go poking your finger in me The little monster looks at me with glee Crash it! Smash it! Crunch it! Punch it! Why not catapult it? I lay strewn all over
The Fault In Our Stares-Part 2 #BarAThon
Dark baby, fair baby Do you even care? Happy baby, healthy baby Hear hear hear. (To be sung to the tune of ‘Warm Kitty’ from ‘Big Bang Theory’) The incident that prompted this article: Recently, my maid asked me for
The Fault In Our Stares #BarAThon
Quietness spells trouble Oh, what are you up to now! Is that a bindi you are wearing? Are those my shoes you are trying out? I swiftly take them away saying “That’s only for girls, beta”. My daughter follows
What to Expect When Your Bar-A-Thon-ing
A rhyme a day To keep you humming all day And a question to ponder on So get your thinking caps on. Short and sweet I promise it will be And two times the fun From this to-be-mommy second
A Bridge Too Far
Was my heartbeat really that loud? I shushed at it. The current challenge was a rather complicated one. I had to reach the other end of the bed and retrieve from the side table that piece of electronic device which
Lone Tree
In a cold bright room, she rested between screams. “We should abort. Sixteen is too young”, her “pro-life” parents had reasoned. The boy had been just that, a boy. There was no hand to squeeze as she gave the final
Nothing Lasts Forever
Both of them always wanted to be right. He said, “I will love you forever” She said, “Nothing lasts forever” He died the next day in an accident. She loved him till her last breath.
Just Desserts Served Cold
Dawn had come and gone. An inch is all I wished to move. Bottles in every hue neatly boxed me in. Large cylindrical boxes, tiny cubed boxes completed my cage. My attire was a never ending roll of plastic covers,