Dear Reader,
Ever since I was a small girl, I have had this passion of turning feelings into words.
As every writer would say that they write because they love to express through words, I would no doubt say this; but at the same time, I would like to add that I write to string the beads among thoughts, words and ultimately people. Language is that thread which binds souls, connects hearts and in the end weaves a beautiful fabric of entities with similar or even different thoughts. This blog is a compilation of writings about all the things that are closest to me – it is my corner of the internet, a safe space that I have been building for the past six years. I hope you enjoy reading through all of these! Please feel free to reach out to me and share anything that comes to your mind while reading.
With love, mugdha
The subtle art of adulting.
Hello notes app, I know it’s been a long time. I have missed you. But I haven’t found time to articulate the random bursts of inspirations into some constructive writing over the past few months. I don’t know what to call it, but it hasn’t been a writer’s block and I’m just glad about that.…
Hindsight
Sometimes even storms are beautiful aren’t they? Wild and chaotic, yet beautiful. How magical is it that after days and days of unruly downpour, the horizon starts to clear up. A tiny ray of sunshine peeps through the clouds. Yes, it’s a feeble ray because it still hasn’t forgotten the scars that it has been…
you.
you’re not your fake smiles,or the old scars that trouble you;instead you’re all your good hair days,and your obsession to dye that one strand blue.you’re not the tears that you’ll hide,or the battles that you quieten down;instead you are defined by that wide grin of yours,when you feel every smile after the frown.you’re not your…
poetry.
you know you’re poetry in motion, don’t you?the way you twinkle your eyes when thoughts rush anew,the way your hair softly caresses your face,the way your face grows older, silently through the days.I hope you know that you’re a poet’s raw muse,that which strikes in the middle of the night – And on days when…
quilt.
aren’t all of us knitted patchwork quilts?woven with thoughts, wild and freedoesn’t our heart wish to stop and smile,at every wildflower, every tall tree?unkempt and roughly woven in places,at times made intricately, with care,this fabric’s a blend of colours and hues,each with its own innate flair.and this quilt has its frayed ends,where the yarn is…
Reminiscence
It was a summery Sunday evening. I stood in my window, gazing at the twinkling city lights, sprawled over a great expanse. The roads were quiet, and the occasional sound of a car engine revving up the street was the only significant thing to be heard. Looking at the tall buildings afar, I stretched my…
Unwinded
It was one of those days when I got time to ponder upon something that had been shunted to one corner of my mind for quite a long time. It so happens that we are so wrapped up in our routine and we tend to easily gloss over the intricacies and the minute aspects of…
Even the butterfly was once a caterpillar.
Even the butterfly was once a caterpillar. He didn’t know what he would eventually become. Yes, he had a very trying time when he wasn’t at his best. His transforming phase wasn’t something that was admired by all. And yet, he didn’t give up. Do you think the caterpillar knew that he would one day…
Fireflies
Writing a long poem after a long time feels so good! This time I have used a different style, rather I’ve written this poem as a combination of the narrative as well as metaphorical style of writing. The girl in the poem symbolises each one of us and highlights how it is in human nature…
In the mountains
Travelling to new places gives that kind of pleasure that makes you want to go after it again and again. It’s always my idea of an ideal break- a perfect hit refresh button. It had been quite a long time since we had travelled to any far off destination- something that the wanderlust inside me…
Chaha
Through this short story, I’ve tried to depict the life of a typical Indian working Mother and how she gets on with her busy day. This time, I’ve used a different style of writing- like the one I noticed while reading books written by authors whose writings portray Indian culture. You will find code mixing,…
Words.
Sometimes, you stumble upon a bunch of words and they somehow hit you differently. You feel an inexpressible rush of emotion because those words mean something different to you just because you can perfectly relate them to your life. It’s like you find solace in those words, it’s like some long lost friend has finally…
Literary Worms 