Speak Out

My take on things that happen around me and within me.This blog is my identity. It reflects who I am and what I am. It's a mirror to my mood. Personal details combined with third person narrative, I write about things that have touched my life. Read on!

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Wednesday, November 30, 2016

A goodbye I never wanted; a goodbye I never got..

A goodbye I never wanted; a goodbye I never got.. “Hey, you left without saying goodbye,” she would complain as soon as I would return fr...

Monday, May 30, 2016

The Second Innings

They looked at the scorecard and it didn’t look very encouraging. With two wickets left, the they were not even close enough. The last two w...

Thursday, May 19, 2016

The first love

There she was, looking for the outfit that would make her look drop dead gorgeous; afterall, it was her big day. Casting her eyes on every p...

Tuesday, November 3, 2015

Oh Ma!

Language. It gives us many words. Words, we use to pour our souls out. Words that become windows to our thoughts. Words that name, words tha...

Monday, August 17, 2015

An open letter to my parents

Dear Ammai and Appa, Remember those times when I was little, hopping between you, my hands, secure, one each in your hands, tightly held,...

Thursday, May 21, 2015

A ‘Dosa’ of gyan

She wiped her brow, looking at the crumpled mess of half-cooked dosa batter, sitting adamantly on the tawa. The greasy spatula in her hands ...

Monday, May 11, 2015

A cakewalk?

She was upset. They'd read her completely wrong. The walls seemed to be closing in. Finally, she couldn't take it any more. She pres...

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