The Packet Of Broken Biscuits

It was summer time, a time when Ammamma visited Radhika’s place for a whole month. Having her around was a blessing for Radhika and Gautam as Ammamma handled their six year old Ganesh with complete ease and it was delightful and satisfying to watch the grandmother- grandson duo weave their precious memories for life together. On Monday morning as Radhika was busy finishing her chores … Continue reading The Packet Of Broken Biscuits

Self Respect

It’s been too many years of saying “I’m okay !” when in reality I am just not, I spent a life woven around you and yet about me you rarely thought ! Whose fault it is I say, point fingers at whom, hold accountable for this day? Is it destiny or fate, bad timing or inauspicious date? or some stars miles away mysteriously casting spells … Continue reading Self Respect