Nibha Gupta's Blog, page 17

The Reunion

He kept pacing from right to left, left to right impatiently, once in a while glancing at his mobile to check if her new message has arrived. While he paced up and down the waiting area, his eyes were glued to the display that announced the arrival of the flights. Only if he could fast forward the time by a few minutes. After months of waiting patiently, 8 months and 22 days precisely, it was these few minutes that he was finding unable to bear. It has only been five minutes since he had par...

Nostalgia – An Inevitable Emotion

“No…Nos… Nost…”, the six-year-old Anusha struggled to read the word from her story book.
“Daddy… Daddy….”, she came running to her father with the book in her hand, who was drowned neck deep in his newspaper.
“Yes Anu”, he looked at her briefly.
“Daddy what is this word? I can’t read it”, said Anusha with struggle written all over her face.
“Let me help you, spell it for me”, he asked her, folding and keeping aside his newspaper. He always suggested her to spell words out which she couldn’t...

Breaking Free

She smiled a little more as she turned the page to continue reading his interview. So far they had only talked about his success and nothing personal but she was sure to find something here. She was surprised to find a picture of him in the lower right section of the column. He was holding something in his hand, showing to the camera. She leaned forward to see that it was her picture that he displayed so proudly with a smile. She couldn’t contain her happiness and picked up the phone to call...

Don’t Tell Anyone!

With the flowers of Spring,
A baby girl was born;
With no sweets and celebration,
Everyone seemed forlorn.

Devoid of any son,
They said,
“Shh! Don’t Tell Anyone!”

Out-shined in the class,
With no match to any other;
It was a little happiness,
For only herself and her mother.

Her pride eclipsed their Sun,
They whispered,
“Shh! Don’t Tell Anyone!”

With deadlines and cookery books,
She juggled between every chore;
Yet couldn’t make them happy,
Who only expected more and more.

With expectations a...

The Veil Of Night

The night was dark,
Wind blew in silence;
Sleep walking into dreams,
Awake only heard the dogs bark.

Falling of the China bowl
Broke the ultimate peace;
Staring at the darkness around
She could hear the monsters howl.

Alone shone the moon
Above the creaked cottage;
But there was none to find
Under the bed, neither ghost nor goon.

Curtains flew and doors would creak,
spooky whispers filled the house;
Searching for a candle to light,
A word she dare not speak.

The tick-tock of the grandfather’s...

Dear Younger Self

My dear Younger self
With you
I have something to share,
Now is the time
When you’ll feel
That world isn’t fair.

Though there are many
Stories to tell
Both sad and nice,
But one thing
Above all
Is a little more advice.

There lies
Ahead of you
A bittersweet life,
With a garden of sorrows
And bouquet of joys
That will fall in your strife.

Many people will join your journey
Some will stay
While some might leave,
Amdist plenty of hate
Find little love
In yourself to believe.

Everytime you will...

Coffee, Cake and Weekends #DelhiDiaries

Weekend is what we all crave for in this busy lifestyle where weekdays go by running around from work to home and vice versa. It was during one such these weekend that I got a chance to meet a few bloggers from my favourite blogging group. Though we met each other the very first time yet there were so little formalities and so much fun. We bonded instantly and the hours just flew by while we discussed our lives, careers and of course our blogs! Coffee being our constant companion over the chi...

Bhrigu Mahesh, PhD: The Return of Damayanti – Book Review

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Author: Nisha Singh

Paperback: 450 Pages

Publisher: Partridge India (15 March 2017)

Language: English

Genre: Mystery

ISBN-13: 9781482888997

About The Book:

On his second adventure, Bhrigu Mahesh is called to help by a hapless, retired clerk named Nataraj Bhakti, who thinks he is being haunted by the spirit of his dead wife. As he investigates, the mystery deepens and takes a sinister turn. A woman gets brutally murdered, and the great detective faces the challenge to either catch the kille...

Once, During A Rainy Day…

I hear the clouds thundering
On a hot summer afternoon,
When the rose in my garden
With color red starts to bloom;

Leaves rustling and birds singing
As the wind begins to blow,
Interrupting my book
Your thoughts starts to flow.

Picking up the coffee beans
On stove I let it brew,
As the aroma fills the room
It reminds me of you.

Out to the terrace I walk
The droplets reach my skin,
Feels the fire of your touch
Making my heart spin.

When trying to rule the sky
The clouds take down...

The Call Of The Wind #BarAThon

The trees danced to the music of the rain as the downpour increased every minute. The leaves kissed the wind as it passed by them. The flowers spread their fragrance all around, rejoicing. The buildings felt refreshed as the rain bathed them after the prolonged summer sun had almost burnt them. The road looked as fresh as new but only with puddles of rain water here and there, which surely frustrated the pedestrians and even more when a vehicle passed by them splashing the colors of rain on t...