Day 29: The last one
I hate making mistakes, but I have been making them rather liberally this month. Times were when I would take …
I hate making mistakes, but I have been making them rather liberally this month. Times were when I would take …
On this lazy Sunday, the gulls let their actions do the rambling. Clicked at the corniche in Muscat. Not perfect …
I was exclaiming over the beautiful view when something moved a few feet ahead of me, something so well camouflaged, …
I live in a hilly area. Walking the roads, with its ups and downs, is not an option for me …
There is a strange breed of humans I have met. Their behaviour baffles me considerably. They look like you and …
In the last two weeks at Muscat, I visited the opera house, Grand Mosque, Sultan’s ceremonial palace, the Wadi Dayqah …
Among my friends and family on Facebook (and real life too) there is a neat division over the present issues …
capturing in prose
Being a Woman
A great WordPress.com site
looking at news and our life
Writing by numbers, outside of the lines
The world of P.G. Wodehouse
Never cease to explore and tell!
Undermining the Patriarchy Every Chance I Get. And I Get a Lot of Chances (Copyright Preserved)
The before, during and after stories, poems and photos of a homeless child.
Reviews...almost
A place to improve my writing skills, and that's all.
Taller than average Indian men
Whispers from the Wild
Scrutinizing books, readers and bookstores.
I have no idea how that happened.
To Turkey & back; adventures in life, romance, heartbreak & seeing the funny
Scribbles from my notebook