My mother’s kitchens – Of nostalgia and coffee~ Guest Post by Madhavi Mehra

Madhavi reminisces the memories of her mother's kitchen and her growing up years

The Glasses

Tired after the day’s events, Roy entered his bedroom and glanced upon that old pair of glasses lying on the table. With tears streaming down his eyes, he picked it up, thinking about the number of times he was annoyed at being asked to find it. Sometimes left inside the fridge, sometimes on top of …

Déjà vu #writephoto

  I held her tiny hand within my palm, my grip might have been firmer than I intended, as she cried, 'Mom, you're hurting me!' I loosened my hold and stood beneath the canopy of trees, looking around me, still in a trance. The basketball court on the other side of the pathway, the small …

Memories #writephoto

The sight of those rocks made me smile. My husband didn't miss the grin hanging on my face. 'Good memories?' 'Those seem quite dumb at 30, really.' I shook my head and laughed out loud. 'Mind sharing?' He held me closer. I took a bite from his ice lolly. 'Leave it alone!' He pulled his …

50 Happy Things 2018

  50 Happy Things 2018: Bloggers Unite to Flood the Internet With Gratitude I had been contemplating on writing a gratitude post as a new year special but was still uncertain as to how I wanted to present it. My belief that the Universe listens to us was once again confirmed when I found a …

Because Today Is Mahalaya And I Cannot Keep Calm

The alarm clock's shrilly tune couldn't wake me up at 5.30 am today. I'd fixed the time after negotiations with myself that 4.30 am wouldn't be a feasible option given the fact that I traded sleeping at a decent hour last night for an engrossing read (thanks Liane Moriarty for writing Big Little Lies!). Anyway, …

Paper Boats

(Image Source: Pixabay) You taught me how to make paper boats, The piece of paper, Deftly folded at the centre, Your thumbs would press the right places To create the perfect vessel that glided along The muddy puddles, with the elegance Of a swan. But I wasn't as good. My paper boats, like a helpless …

Grandma’s Coconut Laddus #FFFAW #FlashFiction

(This week's photo prompt is provided by artycaptures.wordpress.com. Thank you artycaptures!) The smell of neem soap pervaded the dark room. Long ago, when I returned from school, grandma, fresh from her bath would smell of neem soap, while she served me lunch. However, that freshness was missing from the smell in this room of crumpled bed …

Travel Diaries: How I Started Traveling And How I Landed Up As A Solo Traveler In Leh

(Image: The Main Market Place at Leh; Image Credit: Author's Own) When we were young and we used to fill up those slam books for friends in school, I remember whenever it asked a question about three of my wishes, one of my wish would invariably be 'I want to travel the world.' I hardly …

Shoe Polish

I tried kissing him while he was polishing his shoes before leaving for work. The shoe brush left black polish marks on my cheek and my arm. “Look, you got all messy!” he exclaimed. Later, I looked at the mirror and smiled. He didn't realize how much I liked the mess. I didn't feel like …