Skip to main content

Deepa's Kaleidoscope

A sky full of stars all over the place. A speck in the universe. And a whole universe within me. A coming together of stories, experiences, memories, imagination, thoughts, conflict and clarity, mind and soul, and more.

Search This Blog

Showing posts from August, 2015

Posts

Describli: Imprisoned

on August 27, 2015

Describli Fiction Imprisoned Prompt Based Blogging + Underground

Describli Fiction Imprisoned Prompt Based Blogging Underground

Get link
Facebook
X
Pinterest
Email
Other Apps

Describli: Wilting flowers on a table

on August 20, 2015

Describli Fiction Prompt Based Blogging + Writer's Block

Describli Fiction Prompt Based Blogging Writer's Block

Get link
Facebook
X
Pinterest
Email
Other Apps

Deepa Duraisamy

Archive

June 20222
May 20221
April 202227
October 20211
September 20211
July 20211
April 202127
December 20201
July 20202
March 20201

Show more Show less

Interesting Collections

Blogging A to Z Challenge 2015
Blogging A to Z Challenge 2016
Blogging A to Z Challenge 2018
Blogging A to Z Challenge 2021
Short Stories

Popular Posts

10 Reasons Why I Didn't Post

Copyright: www.simplifiedblogging.com The latest post on my blog is dated May 2. It’s been three weeks since I posted anything. Two weeks back, I thought of writing on a particular topic. Then I put it off. And then I put it off some more. And then some more. Until it became three weeks and here I am. So finally, here’s a post on why I did not post! Block – Writer’s, thinker’s, dreamer’s, contemplator’s, observer’s. Every possible kind. I would think of something – a particular topic and yet nothing-worth-putting-into-words would come to mind! I know it is so easy to simply use the block as an excuse but scripting a word and then following it up with another and yet another seemed like a Herculean task! Of course, the block could have been a by-product of any of the following combinations. Chaos Theory. The past month felt like I was caught in a twister of sorts. So many options to pick from. So many pros and cons to pick through. Our professional lives were throwing...

Six Degrees of Separation

My first cousin’s husband turned out to be my really good friend’s wife’s cousin. A lady I met at a friend’s place turned out to be my ex-manager’s wife. This same ex-manager turned out to be my current colleague’s volleyball team-mate. A good friend from Junior College turned out to be my Mom’s distant relation’s son. My roomate’s husband and a friend of both me and my roommate, turned out to be related. This friend’s wife turned out to be my friend’s relative. My ex-boss’ wife turned out to be my batchmate from our initial training days at work. My friend A’s wife turned out to be my friend B’s good friend. My friend from college and my work acquaintance met later, through an online matrimonial site! A competing team’s member in my husband’s cricket team turned out to be my old work project’s batchmate. Don’t such realizations fascinate you? A reality show contestant turns out to be someone from your childhood playgroup? Your friend’s spouse turns out to be your ...

A date, a wedding and a baby

One balmy Wednesday evening Queenstown, Singapore “ So, should I tell my folks to go ahead and talk to your parents about fixing a date? ” Viren asked Sia. Sia demurely nodded. She had been talking to Viren on and off for the past three months. Viren’s parents had approached Sia’s with the proposal and it was now up to them to either take it forward or call it off. All this was very new to Sia, who had heard a lot about how arranged marriages went, but for her, this was the first guy she was considering. Viren had said that he had been through three such meetings before, but it hadn’t worked out and he known that in the first couple of meetings itself. They had started off awkwardly, but through these months, they had become more understanding of each other. After a lot of to and fro between both sets of parents, their wedding date was set to be four months out, the venue decided as Mumbai, India - the hometown of the bride. Preparations were on in full intensity, there was so m...

Powered by Blogger