The Witness
The night was young. She was walking home on the road, but there were two others behind her today. I noticed them before she did. But she did ran for her safety...
Author: Archana K B
Writing to heal
I can shake off everything as I write; my sorrows disappear, my courage is reborn. ? Anne Frank I started having a journal, inspired by “The Diary of a Yo...
#MicroblogMondays – Revisiting Dreams
I recently watched “How old are you” malayalam movie in one of my movie marathons. The theme revolves around middle-aged woman who lives with her us...
Lepakshi Diaries
The trip to lepakshi was not a planned one. Its been months we travelled on weekends, thinking that we would have a proper mini vacation going to a hill station...
#MicroblogMondays – Onam special
Yesterday, September 7th 2014 was Onam. But as one of my relatives said, “We are basically Konkanis,and not Malayalis” to explain on why we do not c...
Mélange – Fears and inspirations
These days, the blog rarely contains the “melange” topics, which was more of a list of unrelated items happening in my life, clubbed with my random ...