1 year ago

Pickled…Royally

I am fifty-four, but I still get pickled by my mother.

1 year ago

Deep Drift

Allowing to drift and shift gives the answers

1 year ago

The Drift

You will love these three things that happen when you stop overthinking and start...

1 year ago

A Pet Parent’s Pet Peeve

Why do you write Xolo if he is called Zolo!

2y ago

I Walked out of the House –nowhere...

Self-respect? Ego? Freedom? You decide. #writewithosdotme

2y ago

ME-NO-PAUSE

A time to untie and unbridle- let life begin!

2y ago

BEING A WOMAN, IT SEEMS, IS OUR...

Notwithstanding the Durga in us, we still have to fight to claim a piece...

2y ago

A Mind of Its Own

Writing has her own will … and I am just her instrument.

2y ago

तुम जली भी और जी भी ली

हार चुकी थी वो जलते जलते

2y ago

She Finally Made Peace

The sharp knife moved closer to him #writewithosdotme

2y ago

BEGINNINGS AND ENDINGS

I am born and die with the canvases I create #writewithosdotme

2y ago

I Am a Bystander in My Own...

My friends delicately weave me through this beautiful maze #writewithosdotme

2y ago

The Sound Was Music to Her Soul

Life could startle with its beauty and unexpectedness #writewithosdotme