Sometimes, a good story inspires you to write your own. It’s a vicious circle of stories all around us- stories that make strangers your best friends and sometimes compel you to question your own existence. Smart phone, tablet, phablet, iPad, Kindle etc- so many innovations, so much convenience. However, listening to stories from fellow passengers … Continue reading World Full of Strangers
Author: Arpita Nayak
The weeping silence
I vividly remember the fateful night. I was sleeping cuddled to my grandmother. My goat Sumi was tied near the door and I could hear the ghungroos tied around her neck. Suddenly my father lifted me up and carried away from my daadi I could see how she was crying and begging my father not … Continue reading The weeping silence
Curious case of a fat girl
This might not be my best post but this is definitely one that comes straight from my heart. As the disclaimer goes, this post is based on true incidents but some examples are totally fictitious or exaggerated. So, who is fat? Please don’t look at me, I know the … Continue reading Curious case of a fat girl
The voice of silence
She saw her reflection on the window glass. Her Henna dyed hair was playing with the long line of vermillion sindoor. “Age is taking its toll on me”- she whispered to herself. She looked out of the window- with every passing vehicle, she could see her life rewinding, one year per car. Soon she … Continue reading The voice of silence
A chance encounter with solitude
The mere feeling of being alive and nothing else is not a very positive sign. Life has become a marathon- you run, you become tired, you wait, you see others moving ahead, you gather strength and start again. People you meet do not stay for long, faces you begin to recognize just pass by … Continue reading A chance encounter with solitude
My tryst with slavery
This is a post written in 2010 in another blog.... Date: August 14 2010 “Every independent country is independent in one way however, every independent country is a slave in more than one way.” Its 64th Indian Independence Day tomorrow, I am sitting in front of my desktop in the office and sulking. I … Continue reading My tryst with slavery
Airtel ‘jo mera hai wo tera hai, Jo tera hai wo mera" TVC
Roadizens of the city
One sweet November night, after having a sumptuous meal, I was enjoying a long drive with my friends. Winter had already commenced and was ready to take toll on the dark night. It seemed we were going to experience the first foggy night of the winter. The transparency of the glass was being challenged intermittently … Continue reading Roadizens of the city
The nitty gritty of life
Last week, my maternal uncle passed away. He was one of my mother’s four brothers. My maternal grand father died just six months before my mother’s marriage. My uncle had not only been a support to my mother but had also been a good friend to my father. A fighter at heart, having fought innumerous … Continue reading The nitty gritty of life
एक चुटकी सिन्दूर
The topic was suggested by my frnd Ruchi...so readers, if u find the poem pathetic... just say "Go n die".... :)जब मैं हिन्दी फिल्मों के बारे में सोचने बैठती हूँ तो कई फिल्में और उनके संवाद मेरे ध्यान में आते हैं जो टिप्पनीय होते हैं । ऐसा ही एक संवाद है फ़िल्म " ओम् शान्ति … Continue reading एक चुटकी सिन्दूर
The BIOSCOPED Life 