Why can’t I let go; The feeling of inferiority that I carried through my school days to now ? Why can’t I let…
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The blue of the sky boggled me, The green of the grass eluded me. I wanted to do many more things, But I…
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Beauty is evident in… A rose in the garden, A lily in the pond, Snow in the mountain, Pearls in the ocean, Colours…
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I really don’t know when my relationship with books started. My father’s family are voracious readers. My mother’s family reads when there are…
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It was in the year 1983 when my very first story was published in the then women’s magazine in India. Short of taking…
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Many consider me to be a mere brick, mortar and lifeless. I am not……… I stand tall and proud for I too like…