“Don’t disrespect my taste buds with this!”, the eighty-five year old Layla shoved her blue rimmed dinner plate. The mole on the right corner of her lips danced as she grimaced at her customised menu. Layla’s personal cook/maid cooked for her. He previously worked at a prison and never relinquished the chance to squeeze in an anecdote or two. Layla … More Short Story: Layla’s Magic Powder
This is my inspiration. The topsy turvy life of a mother of two lovelies. My inspiration every day:). Topsy turvy, Torvy tupsy, Its all a chaotic harmony, in this sundry. The grey in my mind just doesn’t matter, My children control my life, my time, did I mention the latter? Just when I think this … More Topsy turvy, Torvy Tupsy
For day-six, the challenge was to write to a ‘dream reader’ and to bring in a new element of writing that hasn’t been tried before. I am writing a poem addressed to a large section of my country’s people who cannot break away from dated customs and beliefs, even if they want to. People who spend their entire lives … More Zero to Hero day 6 Challenge: Is your life really yours?
I thought all day long yesterday. While cooking, while dropping off my son at school, while doing nothing and while doing everything. My stomach was in knots, mostly with excitement. Last year when I created ‘The Green and White pages’, it was sudden. It was also an attempt to identify with my roots while writing. Along the … More Zero to Hero – Day 2 Name yourself: Here’s the new me!
Nida Khan Writes 