Reviews & Musings

Today we come to an end of the 7 day festival at Write Tribe. Despite everything I still managed to write everyday though once again the only thing is I was not able to comment and visit as much as I would have loved to . I usually take part in such festivals to make new connections, meet newer people and read some more wonderful blogs. But unfortunately during such festivals I am surrounded by such a mess that just surviving through it seems like a mammoth task to me. Phew enough of my cribbing. Every time I feel low I count my blessings and as today I am sad about so many things ( End of this festival, me not writing enough, me not commenting enough etc etc...) I think I should do that right now: My first blessing - I am hale and hearty (touchwood!) though my health did try to play a bit of games with me, but in the end I won and today am jumping back to normalcy. Second blessing - I am loved, genuinely by a handful of people for all that I am. And that is surely a bless...

In life we all have been through lot of ups and downs which make us what we are. In the process of knowing and accepting people around us we tend to compromise a lot of ourselves. Few years back I realised how wrong I was in doing that and hence had made seven promises to myself : I promise  Never let others judge me. Never let others be reckless with my heart Not to bear with people who seem to be bearing me To remember that I am worth every good thing in this world. To remember I deserve to be loved, respected and cared for. Not let anyone / anything take away my right to existence. Never let anyone trample on my feelings or belittle my dreams. When I made them I somehow felt scared that I cannot live upto them. But today almost a year and a half after I made them I realised I have done fairly well for myself. I have let go of a few painful relationships from my life, removed some friends who were no good and yes made myself more worthier by these reminders. H...

A  mother or an author is not supposed to have favourites. But these favourites are not as a writer. They are as a reader for when I read them I feel its not me who has written them. It's just not Me.... It's another me another layer of my soul, a fragment of my imagination, a piece of my heart which could do this and I don't know it will do it again when!

Source: Google Images Generally I am a birthday lover but when it comes to my own birthdays I am very uncomfortable celebrating it for various reasons. I refrain from much of a celebration and usually let this day pass without any hullaballoo.   But this year I was pleasantly surprised when I received the most wonderful birthday gifts I could have ever asked for. And icing on the cake was it came from absolute strangers who made it the BESTEST birthday ever possible for me. Blogging has surely opened up doors to a wonderful new world where complete strangers are wonderful friends now and who perhaps know me more than my real friends for they read what I write. And writing more often than not brings out my inner most feelings which I find difficult to share in person otherwise. Some lovely bloggers brightened by birthday making me feel extra special so much so that today their gifts are the oxygen I dive into anytime I feel low. The 7 most cherished gifts I have r...

Reading has been the biggest love of my life since the time I can remember. I can actually hog on books and thrive on them! My mother introduced me to reading when I was 5. I was a hyper active child wanting to do loads of things in the shortest possible time. And she thought books will help me use my energies in a better manner. She was so right.... since then till now my appetite for books just keeps increasing day by day. Something that began as a hobby is now a passion. Something I cannot live without. I thrive on books, if I can say that and yes I am bibliophile much to the disappointment of my mother now as she hates me getting lost in books oblivious to her ! Source: Google Images

We are surrounded with music. The beating of our hearts, the flowing blood in our veins, our voices, the hushing trees, gushing rivers, cool breeze, blaring horns… they all come together to form a unique sound called music.Like my music teacher used to say, God gave us heartbeats for He wanted us to listen to this music every time as we continued living. But somewhere in between we forget the music of our heartbeats as it drowns amidst the logic of our minds, the hullaballoo of our senses and most importantly the chattering of ‘other noises’ around us.  At such times the only thing that brings back music for us is the lovely songs that we keep listening to.  We have a huge variety of music available for us – country, hip hop, instrumental, jazz, classical, Sufi, fusion etc but their beauty remains the same. I am die hard music lover and listen to it in various languages for I believe music has the magic which transcends all the language barriers. Needless to say every pe...

I discovered my love for photography very recently and since then every moment is a treasure as I keep looking around with amazed eyes wondering what is worth capturing. I had read somewhere click as many pictures as you can for someday when you will flip through them they will make you smile! And I truly agree as I flipped through my folders today I not only smiled I also remembered the moment when they were clicked and the story behind each one of them. Sharing with you today seven of my most favourite clicks ( In no particular order/ ranking and no there is no BEST yet, for I believe my best click is yet to happen):

Dear You, 7 years ago I was a victim of cyber crime. My email ids were hacked, obnoxious emails sent from my id to all my friends and family in address book with an attempt to malign my name. Within span of few hours my world had come crashing down. Just few hours back I had a job, loving friends and a wonderful family around me. Just one email and the only thing clearly visible was doubt in each one of their eyes. And all that remained in my heart was fear - fear of trusting people. 2.5 years back when I thought of starting a blog, the fear of that incident came to my mind and hence I decided to blog anonymously. My facebook profile, my blogs – everything just spells one thing- anonymity. People had also told me that if I ever dream of being a writer it would never happen for every reader needs to connect with the writer which does not happen in your case. But I still continued writing for I knew I was writing purely for the love of it. I wanted to touch hearts and I kne...