DESIGNECOLOGIST on Unsplash “The Award for Outstanding Entrepreneur goes to Ms. Rachna Singh!” The beautiful lady walked to the stage, exquisite in a starched cotton sari, her short curls framing a face that exuded poise and confidence as she stood onstage, her palms folded together in an e ..read more

  Freepik Here I am at the end of a month of writing on February 29th, a taxing yet enjoyable exercise which I managed to hang on to by the skin of my teeth. #WriteAPageADay by #Blogchatter challenges writers to write across the month and complete ten thousand words. So, there I was, all set to take the bit between my teeth and canter on, despite dire threats from my better half. “Don’t you already have enough to do in a day without this added complication?” I nodded, mulling over how to work it out. Being in school from 9AM to 4.30PM is a major chunk out of a day, no doubt. I could alway ..read more

                                                                                                       Unsplash Over the decades, words fill our lives, words spoken, words penned and words that stay unspoken within the soul. There is so much of our hearts that go into these words, and stay there in the world, in the form of books, articl ..read more

  Pinterest “Ma, why the long face?” Simi swooped down on her pensive mother, swinging her around as she used to when she was a teenager. Her mother’s face lit up at the sight of her beloved daughter. “Simoo, when did you get here? Why didn’t you let us know you were coming.” She gave her a bear hug, pausing only to ask, “Where is Akshat? I hope he has come as well.” “Oh, Akshat had a boring conference to attend. He will be here tomorrow,” replied Simi irreverently, grinning at the shocked expression on her mother’s face. “Don’t say such things, you silly girl!” Ma remonstrated, pulling ..read more

                                                                                                       Amazon.in  The name ‘Anarkali’ evokes memories of the beauteous Madhubala in ‘Mughal-E-Azam’ twirling around in a hall of mirrors, her reflection being multiplied to the lilting tune of an unforgettable song. Harshali Singh’s lates ..read more

  QuoteFancy What is it that I call work? Or do I label it my passion? Is it the writing I do as I explore words in all their beauty, creating sentences that magically weave themselves into meaningful forms, making my heart swell with joy and fulfilment? Is it the rapport in the classroom that I always seem to have enjoyed, having meaningful conversations with young minds, sharing a joke, and imbibing the sense of drama that makes such a difference to life itself? Is it the sessions that I had with the wonderful ladies who made up one half of the Indian Army, as I learnt wonderful lessons ..read more

My Dad was an Army man. When I was young, I would look at him with my big eyes, dapper in his olive greens. When he swung me up, I saw the world through his eyes. I would scream when he went away, for even then, I knew that he would be away for days. Mom would console me, but I would watch his figure recede, and point after him. Dad was my first knight in shining armour. He taught me to love books, and bought me my first stamp album. When he was posted away from us, we would exchange exotic stamps of myriad countries. Maybe that is where I imbibed my love of history and geography.  He al ..read more

  Unsplash The psychic gazed at the crystal ball before her. Her eyes were meditative. “Child, you need to break out of your old life and move on. I see a big house filled with emptiness.” Elena clasped her hands together, dreading what was to come next. The psychic did not disappoint her. She peered into the crystal ball, her beautiful face pensive. She lifted her head and continued, “I see a tall man. He is attractive but there is a dark aura about him. He is not what he seems.” Her forehead constricted as she whispered, “You may be in danger.” Elena’s eyes widened in alarm. She had had ..read more

  Freepik “Will you please tell her to keep out of our lives? How dare she come between us?” Anu was at the end of her tether. She and Madhav had been happily married till she came along, with her lilting voice and persuasive ways. Now, they could not spend a moment together without her. Madhav gazed at his wife indulgently. “Come on, Anu, just let her be. She is not the kind to cause any friction between us.” Anu snorted. “She is around all the time… she gets on my nerves. I really don’t want her around. We can’t even go for a drive alone without her constant prattle!” “She’s not that ba ..read more

  When she danced it was as if the whole world held its breath, so graceful were her moves, her expressions and the emotions which spilled out of her lustrous eyes. The first time her parents had taken her for a ballet recital, she had watched, wide-eyed, her hands clenched, her heart beating so loudly in time to the music. Before they got home, she had made up her mind. She wanted to be a ballerina, and a world renowned one at that. Her parents were ecstatic. Her mother had also wanted to learn dancing, but she never got the chance to when she was growing up because her father was a dip ..read more