A monologue of my thoughts:
While going through a major chunk of my pictures last night, all I could think about was how camera shy I am. Like, I never look straight at the camera and smile. Like, I am just not happy with myself.
There’s always this need to make a
A poem by a poet who wishes to be identified by her pen-name -Annie O' Hara, I only post it for art and talent like such needs audience.
There might be words for silence
But not a remedy for heartache
And I have been in pain since
But now the pain is taking toll.
Numerous things pop in the head whenever we think of the word.
Many, generally, create an image of a female with humongous breasts, fashion addict, a titillating physique to match with, a voice like silk, twinkling eyes, but no less than a bear trap, what with all her PMSing, insatiable love
A story set in the background of India-Pakistan Partition. A tribute to the many families that lost a little more than just a 'piece of land', like my own.
A lavish house in West Delhi, year 2012, a prosperous family of nine, kids, men and women chatting and doing home chores,