She called it peaceful.
I called it suspicious.
Somewhere between the rain that fell too straight and the silence that felt too deliberate, I began to realise that nature, the one we romanticise from behind city windows and YouTube soundtracks, has a sense of humour.
This short story about Trekking begins with mud. It escalates quickly.
Thunder cracked just as I began typing, and my first instinct was to run to the balcony to rescue the laundry. I had already done it. That small reflex told me everything. Somewhere between childhood picnics to Lonavala and adult grocery lists, the monsoon stopped being a season and became a task. This piece sits with that shift, the rain outside unchanged, the pressure inside entirely my own.
The Monsoon season has arrived with a bang… actually with a splash! If you have been following the news then you know that reports of flooding have come in from Rajasthan to Imphal. Once the romanticism of rains, the chai-pakora fetish wears off, we will gravitate to mundane issues like what to wear to office …
I had a few thoughts on how to beat the monsoon blues like a fashionista. I jotted them down and was quite happy with the result. So, I sent it as a contribution to a fashion site. Guess what? They published it! My ideas for beating the monsoon blues are – Bring out the colours in …
Hi guys, do you know about PhoTraBlogger? Then go visit Jithin’s blog PhoTraBlogger for a visual treat! He does a Mundane Monday Challenge prompting readers to find beauty in the most mundane of things. This week, I decided to participate 🙂 Here is my entry for this week’s challenge – Raindrops on Glass
She had been playing hide and seek for many days now. Making an appearance quietly in the night and leaving her mark. It was only when you woke up in the morning did you realise she had been there. The morning air smelled different. The fragrance of her visit lingered on, adding a freshness to …