Sky Story

A million hues, a zillion stories. You show some, you hide most. It’s your tricky game. Dissolving, shifting moments. Wild, unpredictable, difficult to tame. If I were born again, with baby eyes. I would watch you, rapt, freezing each frame. You’d live in my mind forever, my treasure, and only mine to claim. Alka Sharma All rights reserved  …

Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star

Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star Twinkle, twinkle, little star, How I wonder what you are! Up above the world so high, Like a diamond in the sky. When the blazing sun is gone, When he nothing shines upon, Then you show your little light, Twinkle, twinkle, all the night. Then the traveler in the dark Thanks…

Should we give up?

Many of you would have heard of the Pallavi Purkayastha murder. And most of you, would have forgotten about it as well. I did too. Just like the other news that we hear every day. And there is so much of it! Well, two years later, the story returns. This time with a lapse in…

The ghost in search of fame

The telephone would not stop ringing. I had registered a police complaint and it became fodder for folklore. All day people would find excuses to peek into my cottage. I would get random calls from the media asking for details. My long forgotten relatives also called and I was forced to repeat the same story…

God bless the readers

‘I knew it! That I don’t know!’ I am confused at times and these questions target me like a dartboard. Should I sound? Should I echo? Writing always does this to me. My wooly brain acts up. And my thoughts wander like stray cattle. Thoughts – they do what we don’t ask for! Always. I start…

Our forever was over

He left me that day. The note on the table stared back at me as a reluctant messenger. ‘love lasts for a while, when the while is forever, forever looks a while.’ I read and re-read the note. Flipped it. Smelled it. A tear drop stained it as I held it in my gaze. Our forever…

Babe Talk

I want to go shopping. I need a haircut. I have no time. I don’t know how this app works. Why does he not reply to my messages? OMG, it is so hot in here! Do I look fat? This colour does not suit me. Its complicated. I am bored. Alka Sharma IBMC #03: Risk…

Postcard Perfect

Kerala. Words cannot capture the beauty. The sun-kissed grass. The crystal clear water. The fragrant air. Captivating. Blessed. Picturesque. Down Memory Lane: On my first trip to Kerala I was mesmerised by the beauty and this picture is a refreshing postcard shot representing the picture perfect beauty. Alka Sharma All rights reserved IBMC #02: Freeze a Foto Challenge