When I Stopped to Smell a Rose

Come with me to my world of creations.....read me, stimulate me. Find a poem here and a story there, a thought here and a question there , you may see yourself somewhere, I might be there too. So let us read on without much ado....

Friday, August 12, 2016

Book Review - The Story of a Suicide by Sriram Ayer

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In 2012, I sat in front of my TV anxiously awaiting the judgement that would be meted out to Dharun Ravi, an Indian immigrant student at Ru...

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Tuesday, August 9, 2016

Kristin Hannah's The Nightingale

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Image Source Last night, I finished reading Kristin Hannah's The Nightingale. After I put down the novel, I wondered...

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Saturday, August 6, 2016

Promise....

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When my son's first grade was over, he brought home lot of material - like worksheets completed in school, journals written in the clas...

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Friday, August 5, 2016

Delusions......

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"How are you Sonia?" Papa's tone was so confident when he asked this question. As if he already knew the answer. Mum had be...

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Thursday, August 4, 2016

Outgrown.....

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Soumya looked at them again. Then, she picked them up, and caressed them. The gentle grey and the soft pink colors played in her eyes, and ...

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Greed or Sacrifice....?

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Image Source Race for sovereignty He who is caught red-handed Wins the race, but loses - Loses hand to gain the land Crushes...

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Wednesday, August 3, 2016

Frangible Sculptures

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Holding on to their fragile lives They ran, they stumbled Etched in stone forever Hot lava turning cold Life's warmth ...

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sunaina sharma: Definitions are limiting. So I cannot define myself. I am here to pen down my thoughts as they come to me. This world and the world of fantasy both inspire me.

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