I love writing for children. Wait, that's not exactly how it is. The truth is, I am an overgrown child who writes funny stories for herself and then shares them with the world. In fact, my entry to the world of fiction writing started with short stories for children during my stint at The Telegraph… Continue reading Writing for Children
Most writers I know, read a lot. The most prolific ones are generally either reading or writing (when they're not busy making their cats happy). I've been an avid reader since my childhood. My father would try to make me get tons of math books, while I'd insist on getting a storybook instead. Thank you… Continue reading How I Became a Bookworm
It happened again. Somebody in class put the apostrophe in the wrong place and Veena was angry. Her classmates thought that she was a nice girl, but they didn’t understand why punctuation mattered so much to her. “You are not our English teacher,” they complained sometimes. But Mr. Ghosh, the English teacher, supported Veena. “Yes… Continue reading Crazy Veena
"You are beautiful," her mother tried to make her feel better at home. "You need more confidence," said her brother. She nodded as if she agreed with them. The truth was that she didn't believe her mother and she wanted to laugh at her sibling. She wanted to tell them to put themselves in her… Continue reading Fat Girl
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
It was her birthday. "Make three wishes," the eager parents said. She knew the answer. "I wish for new books. I wish for a strawberry cake," she said. "And the last wish?" Her mother asked, expecting her to ask for a pink dress. But she wanted something that they couldn't give her. "I wish my… Continue reading Three Wishes
"They think I'm strange," she lamented. The mother smiled. She had heard the same about herself. "You're not strange, child. You are different," she explained. The girl thought silently before asking, "Is being different good?" She answered the question herself; "I am happy and that's all that matters, right Mom?"
"The annual swimming competition will be next Monday," announced the teacher. Rita's heart started pounding. She needed to get sick by Monday. She couldn't bear to see the other girls looking so nice when a swimsuit would make her look like a big hippo. But mother would be angry - five years of swimming lessons… Continue reading Body Image Series 2