Random Gyan #17 – Home To A Bookworm

  A good book feels like home. When you leave it’s world behind, you yearn to get back to it. You find yourself uncomfortable in the real and present world that feels alien to you. You seek those who have read the same book and you connect with them like compatriots of the same nation.…

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I Am Eternity

Sometimes some things As common as a rambling bush, Or a bunch of blooming Dandelions, Or the sunset filtering Through rusty barbed wire Can take your breath away. At times like these I stop and stare; It’s as if I’m looking at things anew, Like I’ve never had vision before And I’ve just found my eyes.…

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It’s Vacation Time!

Hola Folks… This is to inform you that the Pradita Chronicles will not be publishing anything for a while. April for me is going to be a busy, busy month involving lots of hosting, travelling and lots of catching up with friends and family. Therefore, the writing will be in short supply. I will probably…

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Life = Strife

Some people complain How their lives are An endless array of periods of strife; How they want different, How they can’t cope anymore, How they feel browbeaten, tired. Life is just that – A series of tides. It’s battling something or the other Either on the winning or on the losing side. None is a…

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PROFANITY IN EVERYDAY CONVERSATIONS

Originally posted on Candles Online:
“She’s my bitch!”  “Yo wassup dawg?!” If you’ve been around in the world (of course you have) you’ve heard the above statements that have become a sort of fashion statement these days. ‘Hip’ girls and boys referring to their friends or their boyfriends/girlfriends thus and without any qualms too. Note…

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Harem Pants

She wore harem pants to a Hindustani classical music concert. In an assemblage of cumbersome saris and silk kurta-pyjamas, antique jewellery glinting from robust necks and rounded bosoms, and kohled eyes and vermillion foreheads that looked like they belonged at the court of a decadent Rajah, her ikat harem pants should not have stood out,…

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R.E.S.P.E.C.T: What’s Age Got To Do With It?

It’s a universal practice to teach all children, from the cradle up, that they ought to respect their elders. They’re taught not just to respect but also to be of help to the elderly, to tolerate their tempers, if ever the occasion arose, and to be kind and compassionate to them. It’s what I was…

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Broken

Mirror tonight show me not My own reflection. My tired visage seeks A change From melancholia that blights My sunken cheeks And has settled itself In the hollow of my neck. Mirror tonight haunt me not With irises darkened from pain This shroud that hangs loose In folds around my bones Feels like foreign skin…

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Published: The (Im)Perfect Pair on Story Mirror

Dear Readers, Here’s the link to this week’s story published on Story Mirror. The (Im)Perfect Pair It is a pre-published work and some of you may remember reading it. It’s about a simple girl finding that simplicity is the best policy through the means of a pair of stilettoes she later comes to hate. Find…

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