Buzz in my mind, words out of my lips, my deepest fears, my insecurities, murmur of the world, sighs of pets alone, rotating wheels, sounds of birds, machines, men, break the silence I want to embrace. Song I last heard, my husband’s sweet kiss, my mother’s smile, my dad’s concerns, my brother’s messages, my paints… Continue reading Sounds & Silence
“So you agreed with the world that talent is all about packaging and not about substance”, asked Aakash. “I went on an intensive diet myself to lose weight. I don’t judge anyone based on their weight or appearance because I have been there. But you end up seeing yourself as the world sees you”, added… Continue reading #MeetKriya (Part Two)
It had been just a month, but her online page presence as the style diva was not just acknowledged but accepted whole-heartedly. For a small fee, Kriya styled woman of all ages and sizes. Her decision to be the agony aunt for ‘fashionably wrong’ led her to create the website, Fash_Mash. For an annual fee… Continue reading #MeetKriya (Part One)
It was louder than explosion. It killed many inside me. Many lives I had been living, many masks I had been wearing, Were all pulled out. The only survivor was it, the voice inside me. It finally spoke and I turned the leaf to start a new chapter.
The cards were dealt, the chances were met and she won another hand. Amber was one of the most efficient and lucky blackjack dealers in Palm Trees Casino, Atlantic City. Her inviting personality, gripping eye contact and beautiful demeanor made it easy for many to lose money without guilt. Her supervisor knew that, as the… Continue reading #MeetAmber
Society has always set milestones to be reached, to be traveled towards so one can be labeled as accomplished and stable. Following a safer path for last forty years of life Layla is now a news anchor, married to a Venture Capitalist Shawn with a lovely daughter Shyra and dog Pluto. Shawn and Layla love… Continue reading #MeetLayla
She looked into the rain that wetted all colors equal, world has many stories of suppressed souls and they don’t need a sequel. She celebrated the color of her skin for she saw it not as a flaw, when the world called it a handicap she used it as a claw. She rose… Continue reading Conqueror