Welcoming 2019
As 2018 ends and a new year begins, I nudge myself up to water my creative cells. I checked upon the photo challenge #fmspad which I did successfully in previou...
Author: Archana K B
Scribbled Memories
Laugh or not but the below images are of something I scribbled with pencil in a diary 20 years ago… I loved writing with pencil than pen in those days, wi...
Winter Blues
Winter skiesShrouded in white,They say it’s fog,But I say it’s the clog,Reflection of my mind! Without any grindI dunno whyIt criesAnd covers upIn b...
The train journey
It was a hot summer evening, and the train station was crowded with the families enjoying vacation travel. Any vacation was incomplete if we don’t visit o...
My latest crush
I sat at the same bench in the park waiting for him. Last time we met was before my accident, a month ago. As time passed, I wondered whether he would have chan...
The wind chimes
It was a beautiful Sunday, the third weekend of January. The sun was not visible, and the clouds looked gloomy, but the day was special to me for its memories. ...