Notes made from the book: Creative Writing (Idiot's Guides), Casey Clabough I got this book from the library in the hopes that a submission I was doing will be up to the par. I have a friend doing a creative writing course, but since driving and time are both out of the equation for me … Continue reading How to write a short story!
I make plans. I can already visualize the future, well-accomplished, successful me. I write lists. Both on paper and virtually. I project the possible timeline for the study. I might meet about a tenth of the timeline. I procrastinate saying that I have to cook and clean. Also I do not actually have a computer … Continue reading How do I accomplish my goals
who has dropped off her precious toddler at the play-school. This little guy has been with me a while now. And with me, I mean that him and me have been inseparable the past few years. This inseparable-ness was borne out of necessity as we were breastfeeding and I was at home always. So now … Continue reading Inside the mind of a mum
I mean to give up the tea. I sincerely do. I just. Can't. Not today. Now I am drinking this third tea of the day in this glass. (Not counting the first cup of hot chocolate at 6 am.) All the cups are in the dishwasher. The glass is the best I can do one-handed, … Continue reading Woes of the chaaya
I should not be writing now. Now is the time to do. Things. Activities. Still. We are in the land of the fresh prince of bel air. In a way. A month ago there was talk of trending dance moves amongst the younger set. My kid has been doing the floss, and it is not … Continue reading In the land of cacti
Book: Journey to Appleville, Veronica Appleton Little boy and I read the story of Journey to Appleville yesterday. It is fortunate that the kid is going through a phase of eating tons of apples at the moment, as we read the book. (We have been buying big bags of apples in the hope that this … Continue reading Apples for the kid
I suppose now I realise that I can never have a 'one' home. The one single house of forever memories. We are leaving Cork and Ireland, for now. And I am strangely sad and detached, in equal measure. Perhaps the unexpected detachment comes from all the responsibilities that tug at me from different directions, showing … Continue reading Leavings
[ before ] Rania wished, not for the last time though, that food could materialise out of thin air. The three times a day, seven days a week of racking brains on what to cook and finally accomplishing it was fraying her nerves. But everyone, including herself needed to eat. So cook and eat she … Continue reading Some soup?
Poovar, Kerala We had gone to a few places before we succumbed to the 'too much travelling with too little kids' syndrome in the vacation. The first and a surprising spot was Poovar which was literally in our backyard. A short ride beside some dense greenery, a massive road works by some conglomerate, and typical … Continue reading A new-to-me backwater
Ah no. I don't have more than a few strands of grey, so this is not about how becoming older is the new beautiful. I don't write about beauty and fashion much, it would be laughable actually if I wrote such things, you would know if you saw my tresses today afternoon or at any … Continue reading Grey is lovely