Twins in the Garden
Wet earth Smelled Wet earth Today. I enjoy taking the twins out in their pram. As my mom remarked on seeing our photo, I had the biggest smile. I feel like a tour guide...
Author: Nupur Maskara
OctPoWriMo Day 10: Dancing on Water
Dancing on air Walking on water Feeling through fire Flying on earth Tunneling through space Being cake Being loved and loving Being My response to yesterday’s prompt here.
OctPoWriMo- Day 9- Love
There are some loves society loves And others it loves to hate Marital, motherly Versus Lesbian, other worldly Love feels different from what we think Sneaks up on us Wraps us in a warm...
Confessions of a Newbie Mother
Taking care of another human being, a tiny one, is a huge responsibility. Leena was an achiever at work, but wriggling arms and legs left her at sea, however many YouTube videos she watched...
Top MOOCs in Writing and More
Massive Open Online Courses (MOOCs) are a great way to learn. I’ve taken courses in writing, psychology, nutrition, philosophy and what not. Writing I enjoy University of Iowa’s writing courses the most. I’ve done...
How to Self-Publish Your Book in Print- My Adventure
I wrote a book on the Bhagavad Gita, and many people, specially the older generation- parents, aunts, even some friends- wanted a print copy. I looked up online ones like Pothi, but they seemed...
Noorjahan- the Mughal Emperor You Never Knew
Dad made sure I knew Languages, art, lit, song and dance I chose to leave nothing to chance Preferring shooting to all those. I was seventeen when we wed Sher Afghan Khan Our...
Croesus vs. the Oracle of Delphi
Oracle of Delphi! I am Croesus As you well know King of Lydia, The richest man in the world. You could pave the world With gold from my hold I wouldn’t miss it....
Hazrat Mahal- The Begum of Awadh’s Freedom Struggle: Historic Women (Poem)
A woman of pleasure. My parents sold me to the palace. The men wore better clothes But when those came off They clawed the same. I made sure I caught the king’s eye...
The Dream Diary of Tipu Sultan: Flash Fiction
Tipu Sultan looked down at his diary. As a ruler, he needed to be strong. His diary was where he permitted himself to be weak. He knew that his munshi, Habibullah, often wondered what...