UBC Day 10 : Between a Rock and a…

She had to refer that old calendar for her artwork, which lay somewhere in the attic. It looked tidy enough, but she couldn’t find it. Her eyes fell on her mother’s rusty box which was off…

UBC Day 7 : You Have The Power…

You have the power… the power to make my heart skip a beat when I hear your footsteps. You have the power… the power to make my legs feel like jelly with just a raised…

UBC Day 6 : Lost Treasure

I was waiting for my bus and it started to rain. Out of nowhere, he got under my umbrella. The initial shock gave way to a smile. There was something nice about him that I…

The Smallest Things…

For her it was an obsession which was growing strong with each passing day. Her days would be spent agonizing about it. Sometimes she cried, sometimes she blamed herself for it. Sometimes she would vent…

The Choices We Make

It was just another day at work…meetings, mails and making notes from case files. I was glad that the day was coming to an end. My daughter’s first piano recital was in the evening, at…

7x7x7x7

What is the 7x7x7x7 Writing Prompt? Grab the 7th book from your bookshelf. Open it up to page 7. Pinpoint the 7th sentence on the page. Begin a poem/a piece of prose that begins with…

Beautiful Eyes

  I remember the day we had accidentally bumped into each other… As we picked the scattered books, our eyes met. The first thing you had said instead of an apology was, “You have beautiful…

Honour…

I had met her last evening at our regular cafe. She was not her usual self. To the others in the group, she was just the same. But, I could see through her charade… the…