ROSES OF RESILIENCE
Some days, I feel this knot deep inside me, twisting and turning, and I can’t quite fathom that burden of impatience into words. It throws off my pace, ignoring my mental tempo and making...
Some days, I feel this knot deep inside me, twisting and turning, and I can’t quite fathom that burden of impatience into words. It throws off my pace, ignoring my mental tempo and making...
The get-together binge ran beyond late-night hours. The loud banter, uninhibited laughter, warm hugs, merry handshakes, clinking of glasses, shining baldies, and perfectly attired bonhomie reflect the wisdom gleaned over decades. I was...
(Torrential rains followed by floods, the Vijayawada city had witnessed the scale of suffering never seen before. It took months to see the lives return to their routine pace, but fragments of fear and...
The summer morning shone like a bright and welcoming mime, something similar to the mischievous giggle of my grandson, for whom I was keen on my five-hour drive to reach my son’s family. I...
Holding the camera perched on the tripod in one hand and the cell phone in the other, I thought, with one stumble or a careless misstep, “I’ll get trampled under the feet of thousands,...
I was born in this place, now a bustling city. It’s a major seaport, which I visit often for various reasons. As it is popularly called, Kakinada town is my maternal native and the...
I have ‘clicked up’ my skills and the needed emotions after I joined the “Telangana Photographic Society,’ at Hyderabad, popularly referred to as TPS. Young and old, hobbyists, professionals, and masters, TPS is an...
For over three decades, reading became a daily ritual I can’t go without, even for a day. The healing habit I became passionate about in many ways just by observing how my father used...
Fear and happiness behave like intimate companions. If you challenge your fears, the prize is happiness. It’s a guaranteed reward although, sometimes, it arrives late. I would validate such a promise, though I know...
Certain occasions trigger a kind of regretfulness and “Still, I have a lot to do” itchiness, leading to a quick dip into self-searching. This daydreaming nibbles at my moods, especially when I pass through...