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Tag Archives: Bangalore
5 things that I learnt from the BWW writing workshop
5 things that I learnt from the BWW writing workshop by Ankita Singh Classroom learning? Uggggh. I have hated classroom learning since school, all through my post-graduation. Nothing against my genuinely amazing and inspiring teachers, but I have always felt … Continue reading
BWW COVID-19 Chronicles: Keeping Time
My kitchen clock no longer tells the time. Since I do not have spare battery cells, it will be out of work for a while. I do not need it though, it has been rendered redundant by the lockdown. I … Continue reading
Posted in COVID-19 CHRONICLES, Writing Craft
Tagged Angst, Bangalore, Blog, BWWCOVID19CHRONICLES, Existentialism, Fiction, India, Inspiration, literature, Nostalgia, Poetry, Short Fiction, travel, Workshops, writer, Writing, Writing process
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BWW COVID-19 Chronicles: CAGED IN BANGKOK
I love short stories. This is mine; the one when things go better than expected, and in fact, explode, BUT they also go down, historically-speaking, far worse than expected, and explode too. So my April 1st was March 24th. How, … Continue reading
Posted in COVID-19 CHRONICLES, Uncategorized
Tagged #BWWlife, #BWWlove, Angst, Bangalore, Blog, BWW, BWWCommunity, BWWCOVID19CHRONICLES, Fiction, India, Inspiration, literature, Networking, Nostalgia, Novel, Poetry, Short story, Social Networking, travel, Workshops, Writing, Writing process
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Choice
Minu looked at her watch again. He was late. Or, she was early. As she was to every date or appointment. She couldn’t help it. The clock inside her set up a clanging gong as the appointed time arrived. It … Continue reading
Synonyms For Green
My ringing phone is perched precariously on top of the files for today. Steadying it with my sweaty chin I leave court. Sweating. In bloody Bangalore. And not a single drop of rain. I dump my files in the association … Continue reading
Give Me My City Back!
As 98B took a right, Into the cave of New BEL Road.Trees on either side,Extended a cool welcome back home.Tree-caves we used to call them,In a jungle called Bangalore. Indiranagar or Ashoka Pillar,The caverns looked the same.Green heads on brown … Continue reading
Posted in Saving Bangalore
Tagged Bangalore, Blog, Elevated Corridor #TenderRadduMaadi, Fiction, Inspiration, literature, Nostalgia, Novel, Poetry, Publishing, Saving Bangalore, travel, Workshops, Writing
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ಬೇಡ ನಮಗೆ ಕಾರಿಡಾರು
ದುಡ್ಡು ಕೊಟ್ಟರೂ ಸಿಗುತ್ತಿಲ್ಲ ವಾಟರ್ ಟ್ಯಾಂಕರು ಬೇಡ ನಮಗೆ ಕಾರಿಡಾರು ಇರಲಿ ಬಿಡಿ ಗಿಡ ಮರ ಹಸಿರು ಬೇಡ ನಮಗೆ ಕಾರಿಡಾರು. ಹರಿಯದಿದ್ದರೇನು ಗಿಡದ ನೆತ್ತರು ಸುರಿಯುವದಿಲ್ಲವೇ ಕಣ್ಣೀರು ಹೆಚ್ಚು ಮಾಡಿ ಬಸ್ಸು ರೈಲು ಇದು ನಮ್ಮೆಲ್ಲರ ಒಕ್ಕೊರಲು. ಇದು ನಮ್ಮ ಬೆಂಗಳೂರು ಮಾಡದಿರಿ ಮತ್ತೆ ಬೆಂದಕಾಳೂರು We don’t want the corridor Even … Continue reading
Posted in Saving Bangalore
Tagged Angst, Bangalore, Blog, Elevated Corridor #TenderRadduMaadi, Inspiration, literature, Nostalgia, Poetry, travel, Workshops, writer, Writing
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Abundance
Dusk seemed to excite the avians, flocking in hordes to the mango tree. Life was abundant, energetic, and vocal, threatening to burst out of its green shelter in a cacophony of sounds, colours, and shapes. The mango tree seemed to … Continue reading
Tale of the trees
Once there flourished A garden city Its occupants stood Tall and proud Magnanimous by nature They sheltered All under their broad canopy Birds and bees of every kind Frolicked amidst blooms Varied, multi-hued Neither too hot nor too cold It … Continue reading
Bangalore Writers Workshop 
Nostalgia
“Is it true?” Ramanappa uncle asks, His voice trembling with the weight of the looming death That awaits the memories he has nurtured and raised over the years. I walk as slowly as I can Listening to the music of … Continue reading →
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