Souvenirs from Life’s Precious Pages
Snehashree Guest Blogger “Beautiful, isn’t it?” I looked back, quite a handsome face stood tall behind me with a thin smile crossing his lips. I moved slightly away to catch a better glimpse of the…
Snehashree Guest Blogger “Beautiful, isn’t it?” I looked back, quite a handsome face stood tall behind me with a thin smile crossing his lips. I moved slightly away to catch a better glimpse of the…
Gayatri Chitale Guest Blogger To be provided an opportunity to struggle;To be allowed to fail, and flounder;To be provided an opportunity to find your strength;It is a singular privilege that life can bestow.Revel in it,…
Arti P Guest Blogger Only an author can tell how writing makes you feel. Writing is considered hard, therapeutic, exhausting, and even disorienting. For a writer, it is the voice they hear. It is a…
The day we spoke, she was extremely fragile. Her raw wounds were flowing profusely. Even after eighteen years, the sensations of disconnect and dishonour were fresh like yesterday. I have known her for the past…
Anya was answering her last mail before leaving her office to pick up her son from school daycare. Then suddenly, she felt her body freezing and her hands and legs going numb. That experience reminded…
Born in India and spent the majority of my life years in my home country, I am deeply rooted in my culture, traditions, and values. In 2014, I became an expat by moving to Sweden…
Every breath. Every word. Every step turns you into
A NEW YOU