Dance of Shadows | 476 Words | Prose |

Life is music. Plays at its own rhythm. You wake up go work wait in traffic punch some numbers have lunch with colleagues, wait in traffic return home. Love is there where heart is at home, it brims you with joy. Yet the music doesn’t stop. It softens, almost negligible when the heart blooms. Sometimes the music is just a whisper when the book you read finally completed stays on your lap finished as a triumph.

Turning 32 Birthday Poem

Hey there! I wrote a short rhyming poem on turning 32. I enjoyed writing it hope you enjoy reading too 🙂 I've written prose on entering my 30s and if you want to read about them you can go here - turning 30 and here and here - turning 31. I will write a prose … Continue reading Turning 32 Birthday Poem

Alone in Bistro

As covid-19 grips our lives, bringing us face to face with urban loneliness I tried digging deep in my soul and brought this piece which I didn't feel like sharing because I found it too much out there, extra and attention seeking. Now that pangs of loneliness in the lockdown is trickling in, I am a little kinder to that part of me, and sharing one time when I was alone in bistro.