The Yellow Chariot
Chapter 4 Sonia, my best friend, travels by the school bus—a big, yellow, shiny new one that always gets the VIP spot right next to the school gate.All other private vehicles and cabs are pushed far…
Chapter 4 Sonia, my best friend, travels by the school bus—a big, yellow, shiny new one that always gets the VIP spot right next to the school gate.All other private vehicles and cabs are pushed far…
Chapter 3 I came back home bragging about myself and how the art teacher had appreciated my painting in front of the whole class. My grandfather and papa were happy to hear it, but granny—sitting there…
Chapter 2 Bhatia Sir announced, “We are going to the art museum tomorrow.”(He’s the best teacher, comes with the good news only) The next morning, I woke up early all by myself.(It’s a lucky day for…
Chapter 1 My Clueless Family and Me I was born into what I like to call a human zoo. We were 13 under one roof—Papa, Mom, three sisters (including me), one brother, Papa’s brother (Chacha ji)…
Poem Hammering inside the head,No big things, just a mess of threads.I dare not underestimate them—Like a stubborn child,Crying, hauling all the time.I wonder how they manage...A short nap gives them life. Poem As I go…
My commitment to you would be a lie—Let me be truthful; I will always be.The only commitment is to myself.Despite everything, I will follow my heart.The river flows—with only one stopping point.We push ourselves too much...…
FearFears are not gone by words,Impulsive actions brings no lasting change.What’s buried deep remains untouched—Courageous is the one who observe,With stillness in the heart,one knows what to say—and when. PoemBurdens of guilt and debts,Living in cages…
Poem So absorbed in all I do,With voices calling, pulling through—A quiet whisper comes to me:“Slow down, Vanisha… let yourself be.”Chasing tasks that never end,Leaves no time for soul to mend. Poem The questions rise like…
What the galaxies are made of,What lies beneath the sea—It’s lovely to see,But it does not take me.For me, more beautifulIs knowing what’s within.Each time I learn a little,It opens me like the sky—Endless, silent, full…
The Quiet PreparationThere is no doubt that truth finally wins.But what about the long road she walked alone?I asked my child, "Even if it's hard—Would you still choose the same?" A child pursuing her talent—Is a…