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....

Saturday, September 10, 2016

Simple Wishes.....

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"What is that boy doing?" The little eager eyes were looking at a boy standing near a fountain in the middle of the park. ...

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Saturday, August 27, 2016

"Hold Fast to Dreams...."

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Image Source She stared at the pages of her diary. For the past fifteen days, this diary had been her sole companion. Someth...

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Tuesday, August 23, 2016

Brick Wall that disappeared......

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When I was little, I used to have a dream. It was recurrent. In the dream, I would be walking on an unknown path and in front of m...

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Saturday, August 20, 2016

Chaos.....

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For this post, I have written on Write Tribe's #FridayReflections prompt Chaos — how do you feel about it? I have done a Free Wri...

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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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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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