Day 56 :: #100HappyDays


Day 56

‪#‎LettersToMySon‬ series was planned as a promotional activity for my upcoming novel ‪#‎InTheLightOfDarkness‬.

But as I started writing these pieces, they took a life of their own. When I shared these with my writer friends for brainstorming and feedback, the response that I received further boosted my confidence in these write-ups.

The thing is, writing anything isn’t easy. But writing something that needs you to bare your soul, share with the world what you may never have had a chance to share with yourself yet, is not an easy thing to do. The letters were drafted. Trashed. Drafted again. Reviewed. Edited. Reviewed again. Until, I knew they reflected the inner functioning of my mind like a sparkling clean mirror. And that was a such a therapeutic moment.

But what has been the most uplifting in this whole process, is the way my friends have come together in helping me share these letters, make them reach places and audiences, I didn’t even imagine I ever could.

I wouldn’t tag you and create additional notification hassles for your all. But you know who you are. And please also know, that I am grateful for all your love, support and encouragement. 🙂

PS- Readers, you may catch the latest letter here…


Kite Messages -Part 1 for 6th Women Scream Art and Poetry Festival, Kolkata Chapter

Proud to be a part of this phenomenal initiative.

Kite Messages -Part 1 For 6th Women Scream Art and Poetry Festival, Kolkata Chapter Curated by Sufia Khatoon Artists have this amazing gift of sense that thinks beyond the usual things and experime…

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A lovely start.

Yesterday was a trial session for a Creative Writing and Storytelling Workshop, I intend to run for children of our township.Not only was the turnout impressive, but the session itself was so much fun and promising that even after all these hours, I am still so pumped up from it.
For a short introduction exercise, I divided the group into three sub-groups. The basic idea was that they were supposed to use their names and come up with some unique way of introducing their group to the others. The results of the activity were amazing, and corroborated a lot we know about the learning and creative process in general.
Group A – The youngest of the lot, all 8 and 10 year olds, put the meanings of their names together and came up with a story. It was a very well crafted one, all meanings used in the correct sense. Amongst the three groups, I would say their product was the strongest. Speaks volumes about the young minds and their latent creative talent.
Group B – Were a relatively older group but not the oldest. When put to the task, they came up with multiple plans. When their Plan A didn’t pan out as well as they thought it would, they did a great job with the Plan B. They put the initials of their names together and came up with and anagram of sorts – which was the name of their Team of Superheroes (sort of Avengers) True to their age, their ingenuity and spunk was impressive.
Group C – These were the oldest kids and some of them have already been writing for years and have won many awards. And therein lay the source of their ambitious streak. They decided to write a poem using their names. And although they weren’t able to finish the task in the very limited time I gave them, they kept at it! Remarkable persistence and creativity at play.
Needless to say, I am so looking forward to formally start this workshop from tomorrow.  
I guess any one would, with such a wonderful bunch of kids. 🙂

On Murthal

This is hardly surprising. And just as painful as all the other news and articles about similar issues we have read, and will continue to read. Because, we have no time to fix these issues. No time to deliver justice to those who have been wronged for now fault of theirs. Our calendars are full, you see. Dealing with non-issues and faux-causes.

The Woman Inc.

by Meha Khanduri

This article nearly never got written because as I start to write on the issue I start seeing red. When India was raptly watching students of a prestigious university go through a long drama of whether slogan shouting students had committed sedition or not…rampaging mobs were burning, looting, and ransacking the cities of Haryana, right next door to the capital Delhi. Nobody was really outraged, no resignations were called for, no charges of sedition were made and after nearly two days of looting and burning worth 34000 crores, the government cordially accepted the demands of the rampaging mobs and the burning and looting came to an end.  An amicable solution all around..except for criminality and couple of thousand crores of national property but …..this is India!

Four days later some ghost stories started floating around. The whispers said that not only Haryana’s cities had been burnt and…

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