9mo ago

Pickled…Royally

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

10mo ago

Deep Drift

Allowing to drift and shift gives the answers

10mo ago

The Drift

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

12mo ago

A Pet Parent’s Pet Peeve

Why do you write Xolo if he is called Zolo!

1 year ago

I Walked out of the House –nowhere...

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

1 year ago

ME-NO-PAUSE

A time to untie and unbridle- let life begin!

1 year ago

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

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

1 year ago

A Mind of Its Own

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

1 year ago

तुम जली भी और जी भी ली

हार चुकी थी वो जलते जलते

1 year ago

She Finally Made Peace

The sharp knife moved closer to him #writewithosdotme

1 year ago

BEGINNINGS AND ENDINGS

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

1 year ago

I Am a Bystander in My Own...

My friends delicately weave me through this beautiful maze #writewithosdotme

1 year ago

The Sound Was Music to Her Soul

Life could startle with its beauty and unexpectedness #writewithosdotme