Ladies Coupe by Anita Nair. I had heard about renowned writer Anita Nair but to meet her and read her book was an all together different experience. She spins tales with such eloquence. The stories flow seamlessly from one to the other weaving a rich tapestry of words and fictional tales.

Life Is What You Make It, by Preeti Shenoy. Though it looks like a canvas of fragmented ideas, she brings it all together quite well. The reader wants to know more so the element of curiosity is always present. One Amongst Us by Sumant Poddar.

Sunday, October 13, 2013. Snapshots from the first ever Pune Literature Festival. I attended two of the three days of the Pune Lit Fest 2013, and met some wonderful writers. Ashwin Sanghi and Meghna Pant. Manjiri Prabhu, Shobha De and Sonja Chandrachud. Ashok Banker and Manjiri Prabhu. A section of the audience.

Veils, Halos and Shackles. International Poetry on the Abuse and Oppression of Women. Veils, Halos and Shackles. An anthology of international poetry. Under consideration by several publishers, and the final deadline for submissions will be determined by the contract Charles Fishman and I ultimately sign. For further information, please s.

We dance with who we want each other to be, while trying to be who we want each other to see. Say Anything about Westside Story and. Their similarities to Romeo and Juliet. And we find that Americas Sweethearts. Love Actually when potholes are placed. In our paths by the montagues the. Capulets and the Sylvia Plaths. Maybe I love this Iraqi girl and its. Forbidden by the capitalists and. The baathists Or I love this African American. Girl and its forbidden by the methodist episcipals.

When a wandering wizard, chanced upon the Random Paths of a vagabond, thoughts overlapped. For, the wizard could work upon the wheel of words and the vagabond spoke through potent images. This blog is a portrait of such efforts. Monday, March 7, 2011. My drenched window seal,.

Portraits of Elegant Young Ladies! August 13, 2011. This gallery contains 9 photos. I am yet to be a parent. But I do have an idea how it would feel. Because I had this wonderful experience of bringing up little sisters from tiny bundles of joy to elegant young women. Images of my mother through the years. This gallery contains 13 photos.

Serenely Rapt is a journal. Each leaf of this journal holds a haloed moment,glowing with the sheen of pearls. You are Rapt in your Serenity. There is silence within you. Your consciousness is still, a-quiver with anticipation. You know you have reached a place you wanted to reach for long. This, you say to yourself, is where my steps were meant to lead me. I must sit here a while and open myself to what comes next.