A humble tribute to my favorite ghazal singer #JagjitSingh, on his birthday today.
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Breakthrough
I have known Sarita (name changed) for almost ten years. She is a self-employed woman. When I met her, she had reached a plateau in her professional growth. She had tried all she could think of to expand professionally but she had run against one brick wall after another. Someone introduced her to me and […]
My Friend Mani (Fin)
Continued from My Friend Mani We went to Mani’s home next evening. We took chocolates and a couple of board games for his two children- a boy and a girl- who were the same age as our girls. For Shikha we took a length of dress material and a book on machine embroidery patterns. This […]
My Friend Mani
I really don’t want to talk about Mani. But I must talk about him. I feel compelled to tell the story- and to tell it truthfully. It makes me look bad but that can’t be helped. I need to tell you what happened to my friend Mani; for the sake of everyone associated with the […]
Song Of Luminescence
I am a little uptight. The lady I want to introduce to you today is so precious that I am afraid to choose the words which will form the strokes of my brush as I define her, lest they fall short. Yet, I know they will fall short. What words can contain this woman? Sridevi […]
Forgive And Forget
Vidya Sury is too well known to need an introduction. Her posts are always brimming with positivity, she is always upbeat. Her words are insightful and funny. It is always a pleasure to read her. Though, sometimes I am simply not able to. But I believe that I would be taken to her blog the […]
Sunday Brunch (#3)
The theme this week seems to be: Be Yourself. There seems a kind of pattern in the reading I come across every week. There seems to be a common thread running through all my reading fare. I am surprised at the discovery. At the same time I am surprised at my surprise. What else did […]
A Compliment Or Two
I’ve noticed something very perplexing. When I compliment people, they think I am saying nice things just to make them feel good- by massaging their ego. In the first place, if you know me at all, you’d know that I hate- yes hate- the word nice. I don’t do nice. I feel like throwing it […]
Happily Ever After (Conclusion)
He relived those periods of his life as he stood looking out of the window. Today too he got the uncanny feeling that he was being directed, as if he was just following a script with no power to change a single comma. He felt rebellion rise within him in a furious tide. This was […]
Happily Ever After (I)
The window was open. Sneha sat at her desk by the window. A neat stack of blank pages lay in front of her, held together by a tattered clipboard. Her favorite fountain pen with its blue- grey ink lay unopened on top of the virginal sheets. The sheets fluttered once in a while in the […]