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From Canada to India, with Love… by Sukhvinder Kundu
From Canada to India, with Love… I just can’t stop thinking about My Father today, my heart is so heavy. I want to be by his side again, want to be his little baby again and hug him tight, so that he...
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Creative People
Creative People “I think everybody is creative”, this statement didn’t go down well with my friend, who retorted, “Not everyone is creative, they can be talented but they are definitely not...
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Sparky’s many Avatars :)
Sparky Frightened Sparky Pensive Sparky Scholar Sparky Professor Sparky Ma'am The post Sparky’s many Avatars :) appeared first on Sulekha Rawat: Memoirs.
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Anguish
This is a guest post by Poonam. How could I be alive ? Why am I not dead? These were the thoughts rushing in her mind as she sat next to her father’s lifeless body, her father ,her mentor, her God....
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Daddy, I Love You.
Dearest dad, I don’t miss you because you live in my heart. I have also forgiven myself for not being at the hospital because I know you would have forgiven me too. You believed in seeing the good in...
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Lucks
My father's name - Om Prakash Bakshi Lucks, looksy, and a myriad of other terms of endearments were often used by my dad to address me, his daughter-Lucky. How I had loved hearing these sweet...
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Mask mystery
My M post is a short and sweet post about masks and the faces behind those masks Who is this? Scary monster My daughter Shloka Follow your inner moonlight; don’t hide the madness. ~Allen Ginsberg...
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Somewhere a mother cries herself to sleep every night, clutching her daughter’s picture to her aching heart. She knows her little girl is never coming back to hug her and tell her, ” Mummy, I love...
View ArticleIf only you were here…
If only you were here… When, My phone doesn’t ring on my birthdays, I don’t feel your hand patting my back. I walk out of the airport at Mumbai. My eyes look for you in the crowd of faces. … Continue...
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Child Brides and Broken Toys Her tattered dolls snatched from her the broken, mismatched train set put away in a rusted old box. The little stuffed dog made so lovingly with white and black beads...
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The Wednesday Prompt 2014 #8 This week using the photograph below as the prompt, we are writing our thoughts/a story/ poem in about 500 words. http://writetribe.com/wednesday-prompt-news/...
View ArticleSecrets – 100 Words on Saturday
The prompt for 100 Words on Saturday “She realized that she could no longer hide the truth” The guests had arrived from all parts of the country and some friends and relatives had especially flown in...
View ArticleMother’s Day Special- WOW
Write Over the Weekend theme for this week This weekend we have a Mother’s Day Special! The post must contain the word MOM and we have just 5 sentences to complete our story. This post is a part of...
View ArticleLove – UBC Day 21
Today’s haiku is written by my lovely daughter, Shloka. She is a law graduate, now practicing in the Supreme Court of India. Shloka is a prolific writer as well as a voracious reader. She just...
View ArticleHow I overcame Writer’s Block
My profile says, I am a writer, but can a writer not write and still be one? I believe in pacing myself while writing and have a few tried and tested tricks for overcoming the dreaded writer’s block,...
View ArticleMemories are Precious
Memories linger Snapshots of moments in time I remember you. He is my hero Sentiments of a daughter My dad is the best. Time passes us by Takes away our loved ones Alone we stand. Your empty...
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Sparky 🙂 The post Sparky’s many Avatars :) appeared first on Sulekha Rawat: Memoirs.
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This is a guest post by Poonam. How could I be alive ? Why am I not dead? These were the thoughts rushing in her mind as she sat next to her father’s lifeless body, her father ,her mentor,… Continue...
View ArticleDaddy, I Love You.
Dearest dad, I don’t miss you because you live in my heart. I have also forgiven myself for not being at the hospital because I know you would have forgiven me too. You believed in seeing the good in...
View ArticleLucks
Lucks, looksy, and a myriad of other terms of endearments were often used by my dad to address me, his daughter-Lucky. How I had loved hearing these sweet nicknames my father used to make up. When he...
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