Girl With Ink

The following story is written from first person's point of view.                   The sun was on my head. My mother-in-law was taking a nap in the bedroom. She had not been informed about the recent turn of activities. She slept oblivious to the commotion. I was sweating profusely but did not go in for I was worried about the safety of my daughter.                 The date is 10th June 1947. I heard that India is getting divided according to civilians' religion. Hence, they were protesting on streets burning railways, ransacking British stations and many more horrendous activities were starting to crop up. Our home was safe as my husband had openly announced that he was against the partition.               Right now he was miles away from home trying to get help in Britain. Against my husband's wishes I wasn't too fond of ...

'You are late again! Why can't you come little earlier?", I said for the hundredth time. This was a typical Friday and Saturday senario. As usual my mom was late to pick me from my Kathak class. "Why can't you come on cycle if you have so much problem?", she said not willing to admit that she had overslept. Again. "Fine. I'll take the cycle from next class." I say raising my hands surrendering. I sit on the scooty as we zig zag our way through the Saturday traffic. We missed the lane leading to our apartment. "Our building was behind." I say. "I know you got an A in Geography but we are going to the supermarket."  "Woah! How come I am being dragged in this?" I question. My parents are coming to stay with us for a fortnight the last thing I want them to say is we live in a cave." she answered. I am about to point out that all our cabinets are overflowing with stuff and they flood our house when we open...

It was a hot summer morning. After two hours of playing cricket, everyone was tired and we sat on two benches. Exhausted and sweaty, we made an odd group of friends with a smooth, creamy and cool chocobar in everyone's hand contradicting our state.  Me and my 7 friends hungrily gobbled up the ice-cream, thinking of it as a reward for our undying efforts of playing  in the blazing mid-may heat. it's already 12pm by the time we decide to go home, most of it just to catch a glimpse of a fan rotating at a terrifying speed( in which you are sure that the fan is going to fall on you with a large chunk of the ceiling) while we stand underneath it and also to eat the sweet, juicy mango syrup watching our favourite summer special movie/serial. I pressed the button reading 'G'(ground floor), summoning the lift down from the 6th floor. With a lazy creak the elevator started it's downward journey. " Hey guys, have you heard about the movie 'Conjuring'?...

 'Bright Morning' is a comparatively  less known poem but, is the most charming and eye-catching for me. I had it as a part of my english curriculum in school, when asked to paraphrase it as a homework by the teacher, I felt that it was the best paraphrase I had ever written. So, let's talk about what exactly is a paraphrase. Paraphrasing  involves taking a set of facts or opinions and rewording them. While  paraphrasing , it is important to keep the original  meaning  and to present it in a new form. Basically, you are simply writing something in your own words that expresses the original idea. William Wordsworth is one of the most iconic poet known to mankind. His poems are beyond comparison and he never ceased to grab the reader's attention with the beauty and depth of his poems. One after the other, he wrote poems with each being better than the rest. Bright Morning There was a roaring in the wind all night; The rain came heavily a...

My days seem to be beginning with my sister screaming at the top of her voice" get up!!" while she simultaneously tries to snatch my blanket. (The only thing I love more than dark chocolate) I manage to ignore her and pull the blanket up, my head tucked in with the pillow placed strategically on my ear with the other one pressed on the covers firmly and persistently. when she finally gets annoyed and leaves, I smile in triumph gaining 15 more minutes of disturbance-less sleep.  No sooner that I begin to drift and fall asleep my phone begins to ring so loudly that I nearly yelp in surprise.I throw it away wishing the person at the other end gets the message and hangs up. But no! The persistent caller seems to have made up his mind and I muster all my strength and move my hands around like I am blind trying to search for my mobile. I pick it up look at the name, blink thrice (my eyes took a long time to get adapted with the room's brightness) "Shit!" I sc...

From the name of my blog its not hard to guess the content. For me english is not just a language but also the first and only true love of my life. Today, when english is recognized as the international language used for communication, it's shocking to know that only 1.5 billion out of the staggering 7.5 billion speak english. To top it off, only 125 million Indians speak english of the colossal 1.32 billion.  So, I am aiming to be a teacher (of course I'll be teaching English)  but for the fear of losing touch with the language, I'll be blogging. I intend to write on creative writing topics like: speech, letter, story writing, essays, paraphrase, views and counterviews, expansion of ideas (explaining a quote,proverb or short poems in detail), reports, book reviews/movie reviews, dos and don'ts, dialogue writing and some anecdotes(real life incidents) So basically, it's all about learning and understanding the language. I'll ...