The title says it all, but do read the poem.
My country’s hope? The children
The title says it all, but do read the poem.
Author: Upreet Dhaliwal
My son grows my heart
My heart is bursting with love for my son as he walks a path that thinks nothing of hardship as long as it leads to a sustainable way of life.
Love that isn’t love
There are all kinds of love: filial, familial, platonic, romantic, but there is also a toxic variety which isn’t really love, is it?
Streams of consciousness
Poetic output of a workshop I attended last month on Listening to Yourself
#MiddleGrade #Portalfantasy: Boys vs Jungle – book-2 of the Earth in Danger Series
The three friends, Qamar, Sharan, and Umang, can’t resist it when adventure comes calling. In Summer, they grappled with a human-brain-guzzling alien (Boys vs Alien), and now, when they should be holidaying during their winter break from school, Qamar’s Uncle goes missing in the jungles of the Western Ghats. Naturally, they must do something about it, mustn’t they?
Sunset Soliloquy
Today, a friend shared a photograph of a gorgeous sunset, where the golden orb hovered over the lake as though seeking permission to sink into the cool waters for well-deserved respite. It made me philosophical. Everything begins, everything ends, and in between is everything that matters. The sun rises and it sets, and that arc… Continue reading
Book Review – Damian Tarnopolsky’s ‘Every Night I Dream I’m A Monk, Every Night I Dream I’m A Monster’
The Blurb From the tangled threads of a messed-up family to the timeless themes of consciousness, love, art, and death, Damian Tarnopolsky’s narrative journey takes readers through past, present, and future, with stories ranging from 1980s England to present-day Canada alongside visions of Renaissance France and worlds yet to come. Each tale stands alone and… Continue reading
Book Review: ‘The Song of Distant Bulbuls’ by Simrita Dhir
The author’s words bring to life pre independent, rural Punjab, and they color it with the hues of nostalgia. My parents and sisters spent every summer and winter in my maternal grandparents’ home in their haveli in the village. I can vouch for every description and every dialogue resonating with me.
My Next Read – Damian Tarnopolsky’s Every Night I Dream I’m A Monk, Every Night I Dream I’m A Monster
The Blurb From the tangled threads of a messed-up family to the timeless themes of consciousness, love, art, and death, Damian Tarnopolsky’s narrative journey takes readers through past, present, and future, with stories ranging from 1980s England to present-day Canada alongside visions of Renaissance France and worlds yet to come. Each tale stands alone and… Continue reading
Anticipating the winter of life
“For death is the only certain thing in life, and despite this cliché being an absolute truth, with only the timing varying from one person to another, we never seem to be prepared for it.” Daniela Norris, On Dragonfly Wings: A Skeptic’s Journey to Mediumship Every Transformation is a Kind of Dying. Is it so… Continue reading