Book review -god of small things

The god of small things by Arundhati Roy Lovely cover , lot of fame and intricate writing. Portrayed gods own country in its true colours. I am reading this book for about a month now, I do have to agree the fact that this book as old I am and has acquired quite an enormous amount critical acclaim,…

A scream

Is it a curse? or malediction perhaps worse, to be a born as a girl, In this wretched world.   Confined or caged, we are nothing different than a immure bird. predicted to caper around with barbie dolls, and act as dull witted damsel in distress.   what are we considered ? perhaps a burden…

Mahashivrathri and me.

I know you must be puzzled at this word “me”, it is because I am gonna tell you about my shivrathri  . Are You A Devotee Or A Fan? I am rather an ardent fan of lord Shiva. Don’t you think he is cool. Obviously super cool, hard cored weathered god, with overwhelming musculature ,stunning physique. Not a…

My perfect valentine

Stars bloom in the pitch black sky, romantic wind pester with the love cry, but here in the couch he lies , snoring, my valentine….   Charming prince of mine, can there be someone more perfect? no great weight lifter he is, No illustrious charmer of ladies…   but he did ensnare my heart , sending me nuts at his pellucid…

Magical chord.

Oh ,prince ambrosial charmer, you breezed into my heart , past a pass, nay a courtesy to inquire, before you invade my  friable heart……   shattering the resistances I casted with years, by  mere brandishing of that deep penetrating stare. That six foot perhaps more stature, those strong muscled frame which I catch a glimpse even…

valentines day present…..

early hours of dawn, sun beams tickling the dark draw on, snoring underneath my cot, I lie dreaming a lot.   As my vibrating phone calls, my splendid slumber drawls…. hearing some knock on my window, I pace away from my pillow…..   cursing my cat I glance, through the glass, my heart skips a…

Heart spells

Bounded it is ,my soul to you….unbounded is our love.

Why I write?

This is what I have been asking myself all along.It remains a useless work ,obviously time consuming .Being an engineer ,writing is no way related to my stream. Do I write for likes ? No,yes…to be frank if you like my post it means its kind of readable and indeed not gibberish. I write though…

Happily ever after

Her eyes paused at the last page of the fairy tale which read “and they lived happily ever after”. Her eyes sparkled with a gleam of a teenager, caressing the old children’s book which was buried under shambles of magazine ,she dusted the book but still the sides were stained by a colour which lays…

where are you krishna?

where are you my krishna? My god,my best friend, where have you camouflaged? In the darkest endeavor my life   seeking you I stroll astray Gaping unable to breath I suffocate,alien in this world I weep unheard ,my tears spurt out in galleons   where are you krishna? I nay trust anyone, cause everyone I…

The difference between an acquaintance and a friend is skeptical and obsolete to interpret. The most direst situation is when we realize that the one we loved as friend was a fallback in our interpretation and was perhaps just an acquaintance. -anagha.m