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A place that I call my own. A place that houses my thoughts and my words. You will feel at home here. So just enter and enjoy.
Kirti
Self proclaimed bibliophile, poet, coffee-lover and a lifelong learner. Books, coffee and music is my definition of a retreat.
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My Recent Book
Poetic Pearls – a collection of 75 poems will take you on a wondrous journey of words. The poems written in various poetic styles speak about inspiration, sorrow, love, grief and patriotism. The poet’s observation and inspiration from what she sees around her is reflected in the poems listed. The poems here are a testimony to Edgar Allan Poe ‘s quote – “Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words.”
Recent Posts
A Treasury of Tales from the Kathasaritasagara
Panchatantra, Jataka Tales, Aesop Fables, Kathasaritsagar are all treasures of stories with morals and values. They cater to all age groups. A Treasury of Tales from the Kathasaritasagara has a collection of those timeless tales that can entice the readers...
Whispers of Immortality
Poems are a real treasure to read and relish. Whispers of Immortality, a book of poems has some wonderful verses that make us ponder, revisit and cherish every moment of life. Written in very simple language, this collection touches upon several sections or...
A Thousand Splendid Suns
Afghanistan has always been in the news. the plight of the people there, the mentality of the rulers, the laws that are implemented etc are not hidden from the rest of the world. A Thousand Splendid Suns, set in Afghanistan speaks volumes about Mariam and...
Tabebuia Rosea
The pink carpet, that canopies the road, Creates a tunnel, so divine. Shaped like a trumpet, These pink flowers hum the tune, Probably to usher in spring. Or, to bid goodbye to winter. The IT city got a wintery feel, With the blooming Tabebuia Rosea. ...
Recipe for Reality
Several drops of kindness And drops of care, A pinch of humanity, Would make a utopian dream, a reality. Dollops of love, And scoops of affection, Garnished with empathy, Would make a utopian dream, a reality. A generous serve of compassion, And...
The Box that Spoke
The camp wore a somber look As the dark clouds of sorrow shrouded it. The waft carried the stench of smoke, Drenched in metal, blood and flesh. As the smoke settled, the boxes came alive, Wrapped in tri colour And ready to go home, To the family that was...