Jungle groove

Jungle groove

somewhere deep in an Indian jungle, unknown to man, there is a teeny tiny bit of magic underfoot where animals of all sorts congregate for a grand ball amidst forest greens to shake a leg or four and eat some fruit

Yellow – Haibun Mondays for DVerse

Yellow – Haibun Mondays for DVerse

  I got up cold, shivering and wanting to go back to bed. My joints groaned at the slightest movement and my head hurt. The overcast sky, heavy with clouds, mirrored my mood. The week ahead seemed like it would

#MicroMondays 9: Dilemma

#MicroMondays 9: Dilemma

My parents found the ‘boy’. I squeaked a desperate ‘yes’. All stayed well for less than twenty-four hours. You must have heard about the runaway bride. But, have you heard of the groom eloping after the wedding? My family and

My home, mine

My home, mine

This is my home I live here My house It’s not your property No one else’s but mine. So, don’t come knocking The door is locked Uninvited guests won’t be entertained No dare nor candy It doesn’t matter if its

In search of a home [Guest Post by Shalini]

In search of a home [Guest Post by Shalini]

Ever since I ventured to live on my own in a badass metropolis like New Delhi, the road has been fraught with the perils of wrangling with landlords who frown upon the “character” of such girls who live single. I

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