The season of bliss is here. I wait the whole year for this sombre sublime feeling of eternal joy to flood me, soothe me. And honestly speaking, there is nothing more merrier than friends and family coming together on a chilly Christmas night to warm up hearts with adoration and affection galore. Here’s me wishing…

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More than half of the year passed by within the blink of an eye. Rest half of it was spent traveling through some of the most beautiful canvases of the country. All in all, I can’t say if I am happy or sad. It’s a neutral ground I find myself in. I dig my heart…

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‘Twas Christmas Eve – A Short Story

‘Kiss it goodbye,’ mum says. ‘You’re unbelievable,’ I fume. She knows me. I love wallowing in my sorrows. I embrace them tighter than my skin clings to my body. I just cannot forget. And how do you forgive someone who wronged you? When they hurt you intentionally? Mum? She is brilliant at it. Always swearing…

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The Morning after Christmas: A Poem by Asha Seth

The lights on the tree shone yellow and bright and smiled cheerfully as the parents hid the Xmas gifts with secret strides 🎄 The night before the children were exuberant after all, it was time for wishes laid upon the heart of Santa’s pride 🎄 Chloe and Bryan slept how peacefully knowing Santa riding around…

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Christmas Begins with Christ: A Poem by Denise Poole

A velvet sky, a starry night, Blankets of snow, twinkles of light. Sounds of music fill the air, Gifts of love, wrapped in care. Love ones gather from far and near, To celebrate this time of year. Behold each one face to face, In all their wonder, all their grace. Bubbles of laughter, echoes of…

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Requiem For Christmas: A Poem by Jim Milks

It is Christmas time again, The time when family and friends congregate But on the table is kept an empty plate A space that is kept bare For a mother or father that is no longer there Ribbons, bows, and other pretty things Can never replace the joy that a person brings Although they maybe…

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Are you ready for Christmas? – A Poem by Ernestine Northover

Are you ready for Christmas? To decorate the tree,  The sparkling baubles that shine with glee,  The shops are filled with Christmas galore,  But the people are shouting, ‘We want more’,  Each and every leaf, is covered in snow,  We’re still waiting for Santa’s Ho! Ho! Ho!   The Christmas lights, light up the street,  Presents…

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Christmas in India: A Poem by Rudyard Kipling

Dim dawn behind the tamarisks — the sky is saffron-yellow — As the women in the village grind the corn, And the parrots seek the riverside, each calling to his fellow That the Day, the staring Easter Day is born. Oh the white dust on the highway! Oh the stenches in the byway! Oh the…

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Leftovers from Christmas

What’s it about Christmas that makes me secretly so happy inside? Why do I feel like you feel on a  reunion with an old friend? That’s because, of all festivals, Christmas is a favorite. And here’s why. Celebrations of Diwali, Holi and most other Indian festivals entail merry-making along-side creating inconsiderate chaos. Bursting firecrackers, blaring…

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Reminiscences of Crushed Desires

There’s no perfect rhyme or reason, no particular time or season, to reminisce about things, events or people. An old photo or a mere walk down an abandoned lane can bring a rush of memories and before you know, you are spiralling down the rabbit hole. In the evenings, on my ride back home from…

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It’s Christmas and the time of the year when everyone around is celebrating and enjoying is praising and worshiping moms busy making Christmas cookies kids waiting for Santa and gifts ♥ I too want to believe that Santa is for real and travels on sleighs pulled by reindeer that he grants wishes and makes dreams…

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Writing at Dawn

Here I am, writing at dawn, while the world is sound asleep, deep in slumbers. I hardly have sleeping problems. I just keep waking up too often. Tonight again, as usual, I woke up amidst a dream. A sudden impulse made me not get back into bed but take out my diary from the bedside…

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