The Diary
Copyright © 2020 Pradita Kapahi
Copyright © 2020 Pradita Kapahi
Remember as kids how much we loved receiving ‘ashirwad’ money? When the fifth cousin from Dad’s side would visit in what was a once-in-the-lifetime (or once-in-a-long-long-time, or why-do-I-even-care-how-long-a-time) family visit and hand us a rolled-up bank-note (or two, if they were feeling generous) with the customary tagline – beta, isse chocolate kharid lena (buy yourself a…
In memory of deceased victims of crimes against women. Because a place in our memories is all we can give them. Copyright © Pradita Kapahi, 2018
My Aunt got me a brand new bike The kind with the supports on the side. Rolled it out to my mates I did Wanted to flaunt it, Hear their compliments. Proud I was till one friend spoke – Bet you can’t ride it, he joked. Incensed, I wrinkled my nose, Slung my leg around…
Dear Readers, Its the second day of the TPC Romance Week and this time I bring to you a poem by Lee from Are My Feet off the Ground. Please read, discuss, share and like and remember to spread love, gratitude, harmony and peace this week. Enjoy! via Found things
There is a storyteller inside each one of us
I’m drawn to my balcony By the tenuous pittering Of unseasonal rain On a neighbouring tin roof. Something calls from within – A ghost of days gone by. It begs me to surrender And follow it to a place I knew once; Loved once. I hesitate; my world beckons. But memories are sometimes More tenacious…
Originally posted on The Perfectly Imperfect Bunch:
Obsession: 1. The act of being obsessed 2. An idea or thought that continually intrudes on one’s mind. When people talk about obsession my mind springs to Kathy Bates wielding a hammer as she threatens to hobble her nearly escaped author friend (Misery, the movie adaptation of Misery).…
Originally posted on The Perfectly Imperfect Bunch:
Why don’t you come over sometime? There’s your old boombox Gathering dust above the TV. We could sing along to Kishore or Kansas, Or to Jingle Bells, if you fancy. ? There’s a photo of us Sitting by my bedside, It reminds me of those merry times When…
via Daily Prompt: Fragrance She was walking down a supermarket aisle, shopping cart loaded with groceries and other home necessities. She was almost done. Only the cleaning supplies were left to be picked up. She stopped before a display of detergents and automatically reached for the same detergent she had been using for years, when…