Whatever begins, Has to end. Whatever is loved, Must be lost. Whatever is done, Will not change. Whatever remains, Keeps you alive.
So I recently realised that almost every book I’ve written, has a cat in it. My boy Rustom is quite famous in my social circles for this reason. The thing is, when you write from the heart without thinking about the commercial viability of your stories, the real you comes out. That’s why you’ll see… Continue reading Writing from the Heart
Every writer is unique. We have different writing styles, different writing rituals, and we live in our own unique worlds - both inside and outside our overactive brains. Still, I find that a few things help most of us writers to create more and to improve our craft. Here goes: 1) Being book-obsessed - Being… Continue reading What Helps Writers
I grew up with dogs; dogs in the neighborhood, pet dogs on my mom's side of the family, and my own beloved late adopted stray who was called Goti. After Goti passed away in 2012, my other family members were not ready to go through the love and loss process with a canine family member… Continue reading 3 Reasons Every Writer Needs a Cat
She watched the rain from the window. Her cheeks were wet with tears just as the ground outside was darkened by the downpour. Maybe it was a respite for some, but this little girl worried about the homeless people and animals outside. "I wish I could stop the rain," she told him. He was not… Continue reading Adopt – Don’t Shop
Light turned into darkness, Created by the superior being. Heart broken into bits, Done by the superior man. Love transformed into tears, Thanks to the great human.
It had been a long day and she wasn't in the mood for creepy people. She could feel the person following her. It wasn't any of her usual canine or feline friends because they preferred to leap over to her in seconds. So she quickened her pace until the sound of the annoying slippers made… Continue reading Being Followed
Memories of you, Leave me in tears. Glimpses of sorrow, Into our past together. It had seemed too good, Because beauty rarely survives. My gratitude for each moment, And hope to meet elsewhere.
Two pairs of eyes lit up with love. They knew she'd come visit with food and cuddles until the moment they'd be taken away from the world. She laughed and talked to them as one waited patiently and the other stood up to greet her. The tails wagged with gratitude as they chewed their meal.… Continue reading Feeding Time
This story was written in honor of Puchke, my friend's feline sibling, who passed away two months ago. The sun was shining outside and Puchke was busy in his room. He was catching up on his sleep because the previous night had been spent giving his sister Ritu company while she worked on her laptop.… Continue reading Puchke Turns Detective