The Disillusionment..

By Khushi.M The Disillusionment. Deaths and buildings Buildings picketed with crowds of people Where had the colours of our life gone? Just faded into an uninspiring grey? People were dying, cries of a mother a brother a son All round up to once in a decade reality And then they come up the podium MyContinue reading “The Disillusionment..”

“The New Normal”

Sunshine. The red-yellow rays falling down. Coming from a distant source, and yet getting scattered all around. By tiny immiscible dust particles, roaming in the air. It was all science. The colours of some life became tyrant in its light. Myriad heads closed together of women, men, children alike as they lifted hefty materials upContinue reading ““The New Normal””

‘Volunteering- by choice’

 “Life’s most persistent and urgent question is: ‘What are you doing for others?” Both of us wanted to write about something else, find some other intriguing topic, or at least we tried to. In our country India, with the clicks of the second wave staring right at us, making itself evident every day, we could not depict our ignorance asContinue reading “‘Volunteering- by choice’”

Four tales – one struggle

“How I wish I could exclaim with delight that Today is going to be different” The world is tucked peacefully in dreams. With no reason to wake up              And here I was dreading silently. The ringing of the doorbell that will bring my worst terror. Drunk and wasted he came in. And countered my objections,Continue reading “Four tales – one struggle”


Today the world, does not demand the bookworms, and the ‘know-it-alls but rather, people who are practical in their ways, creative in approach and at least know how to work with different minded people.” “Khushi come here”  We had decided to meet at a bookshop “Why did you call me? the dark burgundy coloured bookContinue reading “THE TRIAL- AND ERROR- METHOD”

Towards Making The Common People Unique

Dear politicians and candidates, I am a 70-year-old voter. As my hair turns white, and wrinkles begin to form on my face – I have started to realise that each wrinkle means a different perspective of this prospering nation. My wife died 10 years ago. She was a politician. When she was on deathbed herContinue reading “Towards Making The Common People Unique”

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