Her drink was finished. Every time the door opened, she looked up, restless and hopeful, at its latest offering. And every time a man walked in, she hoped he wouldn’t notice her or the shiny earrings she was wearing. She…
Tag: creative writing
Zipping past
“India has more than 6,80,000 villages.” The text book announced. He ran his wrinkled finger along each letter making up each word that made up each sentence. He read it out loudly to himself. If he didn’t understand something, he’d…
Picture Story : Chapter 2
She didn’t have to open the note to know what was in there. She held the note close to her nose. She could smell the tobacco off his fingers. He still smoked. She smiled and nodded a little before opening…
Every Picture Tells A Story- A new project
Ever since Phil Collins came into my life, this song title has fascinated me. So here I am, borrowing from @nomadwanderer’s lens… She takes the pictures, i tell the story… Let’s see where this takes us… Project Picture Stories: 1…
Journal Rules
Ground rules for the journal: Write every day, even if you have not written for the novel, write as to why? Tell yourself the truth. Write about the influences. Film, music, books, art or people that triggered off the want to…
Yehi Hai Write Choice Baby, A-ha!
Enough random thinking. It will still continue, but from today, the blog will see posts about creating my second novel. I plan to do the following things by the year end: Be brutally honest about myself, to myself: Satyadev Dubey…
Beyond ‘now’
Searching for a new horizon Beyond the sea, beyond the one I see now Painted a new colour Scented with a new odour Of sweat and tears Hard days and hard nights Proving myself yet again A new struggle, a…
Good Morning
A continuation of the earlier post ——— It was one of those mornings where he hated waking up. He was dreaming of something vague but he wasn’t sure. He forced himself up anyway. He walked to the balcony and glanced…
Horn Ok Please
She had driven all the way across town for a meeting, which didn’t happen eventually. The terrible traffic wasn’t helping her foul mood. She was sick of her being stuck in first gear. Her knees were hurting out of the…
Walkin’ along
The morning was unsure of the season. The sun shone bright enough to evaporate the dew drops, but the light breeze blew cool air to ruffle up the leaves. Morning walkers paced down the road, carefully dodging the parked vehicles,…