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A passionate scribbler and wishful bread earner. A working professional in an embassy and a freelancer French language trainer. A voracious reader and loves to connect readers and writers. Author of Ibiza by Geetika Kaura (the name before marriage) now available worldwide paperback and kindle edition, worked as a co-author in various anthologies, An anthology Thrill in a kill is available on Amazon. Also, this year prose (short story) collection will be out this year. You can connect with me at [email protected]
My eyes were glued to this one, “What starts on the street should end on the street. Never carry it home-or to office-or to your niece’s birthday party.”
You still have to fight demons, some succeed in killing you! You must still walk, even if you went lame, or you bleed, monthly, weekly or hourly...
Days, months, passed and so did Sudhanshu’s demands, which she couldn’t fulfil always. She often has bruises and people around her teased that she had a lovely night.
Whenever my dad was about to utter the BH***** word I used to add a Beeeeep sound I learned from the television to cover the abusive words.
I don’t want someone who simply loves and accepts me the way I am. I want someone who pushes me, challenges me, calls me out.
Ajeeb Daastan consists of four stories, an amalgamation of thoughts to which I don’t remember the sequence, but the short films are highly impactful.
On Sunday, two events took me on an emotional roller-coaster. I had to break my Karwa Chauth fast without seeing the moon. And India's defeat in the T20 World Cup.
A woman ogling a man's underwear at a fitness class is just as creepy as a man doing this to a woman, so why is this 'Macho Man' ad showing this as acceptable?
Ever made an impromptu travel plan? My Ladakh trip certainly was...from making last-minute plans to reading the Hanuman Chalisa for a negative covid report!
'Didi, sex with my husband hurts. Should I poison him?' asked Raani. That night, for the first time, she slid the pleasure between her legs and took matters in her own hands.
I recently watched the movie Pagglait and it is an eye-opener to the society we live in when it comes to dealing with death and grief.
That day I wished I was not a non vegetarian as it was only giving me trouble - I could not eat food I wanted in peace, and I did not want the food that was cooked at home.
We, as humans, are designed to shed excess baggage off our shoulders in order to live a happy life. So what happens when we can't? A commentary on Akshay Kumar's new song Filhaal 2.
I got on a bus after so long to feel the freedom I used to have before marriage. I sat at the window seat and travelled far away from my house, my family, no going back!
Your age, clothes, or what you're doing doesn't matter - you don't ask for it, and nothing 'allows' rapists to rape! The perpetrator is responsible every time.
In a family, things aren't always what they seem to be. Such is this story where a secret, guided by love, saved a life!
As I turned twenty-five, I recalled memories from my past. Every lesson that I have learned makes clear sense now, which no book ever told.
I do believe in miracles and I am the one indeed; water falls of regrets no more sullied these eyes!
When you travel solo, you are fully responsible for yourself. You are also not needed to look after others' needs so you can focus completely on yourself.
This euphoric night is reading words from chapters aloud,/ The moon’s glow is ripping the boundaries of the clouds.
Girls apply rose’s petals; my preference is rose’s thorns, They make my skin bleed,Hence I glow, Then what should I fear?
Every night I t i p t o e d to the frozen lake without fear of getting drowned, trying to melt it with my warmth.
The feeling of being loved and to love your loved one!
Watching the play of light coming through a keyhole on the ceiling in her dark room at night, and the particles of duct in the rays, the poet wonders.
A beautiful poem dedicated to my mother and all the things she taught me.
I’m a believer who denies worshipping the lord but listens to a soft voice that guides me. But it wasn't God with me, it was you- listening and guiding.
Going back to one's hometown can often bring up a great deal of memories and quiet reminiscing as we appreciate the home of our past selves.
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