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I like to write about people, the places they live and the things with which they choose to surround themselves. Here are some of my favorite pieces that made it into Article.

Tuesday Series :The Turbulent Dawn-17

A volley of arrows streamed at them as they tried dodging them. A cacophonous chant of ‘ Kulamihi Kulamihi, fanshhok, fanshhok’ blared as a bunch of Dumashagja people emerged from among the foliage with bows and arrows in their hands , their nether regions covered with leaves.The sergeants hid among the foliage not allowing even …

Tuesday Series :The Turbulent Dawn-16

Asser Army Camp The sergeants had to undergo a strict training for the past seven days without sleep, limited food, and scarce water. Their limits had been challenged and on top of that Danisha, Major Arya, Major sergeant Farrooq( a combat specialist who was called in for imparting training) were creating unspeakable mental torment; the …

Indian Army

Tuesday Series :The Turbulent Dawn-15

The next day at 1:30 am The alarms installed in the Asser army camp rang at a high pitch at 1:30 am, creating a pandemonium. Major Arya’s voice rang through the intercoms stationed at every nook and cranny of the campus. ” Sergeants, you have twenty minutes for freshening up and reaching to the ‘ …

Tuesday Series :The Turbulent Dawn-14

Among all the segeants, there was a group of six who had become leaders of them all owing to their personalities. Bakhtiar, a young man in his early twenties, square-faced and stout hailed from Garsola, a small town near Boshir. His glazed ginger hair in a crew cut adorned his skull. Being the youngest in …

Tuesday Series :The Turbulent Dawn-13

At the Asser Army Camp Danisha entered the vast Asser camp, fortified by uniform-clad, armed soldiers who looked stone faced as if they would annihilate an adversary with their mere touch.The camp had high walls like the rising waves, crowned with electric barbed wire fencing all along the periphery. The main iron gate, a mighty …

Tuesday Series :The Turbulent Dawn-12

After three years… ” Danisha..get up. It’s late. Everyone at the camp is waiting for you.” a mesmerizing, pulsating voice rang in the air. Danisha squirmed. She changed her sides constantly in bed, unwilling to open her eyes. She craved for more of the voice. Yes..she wanted the dreamy husky voice to pronounce endearments in …

Tuesday Series :The Turbulent Dawn-11

Danisha’s world had come tumbling down. She lay there, in the hospital, in the bleach tinctured cabin,on the crisp white sheets.Lifeless. She had no inkling of what was transpiring in the world, yet inside, she was dying repeatedly. She couldn’t smell the idoform smell that emanated from all quarters of the hospital.She couldn’t see the …

Tuesday Series :The Turbulent Dawn-10

” Vikram. Danisha needs a break. You’ve been keeping busy.I’ve been busy. During such a time,  a daughter needs her mother the most, however, she doesn’t have one. I guess, if you take her to a place where both of you can spend quality time, she will marvel this phase,  looking forward to a new …

Why writing can be your best friend??

Hello folks!! I hope you all are in best of your spirits. Today, I will like to enumerate some points that can prove that writing can be your best friend.😄 Those who write are healthier and happier. Why am I saying so? Am I coaxing people to wield the pen and scribble on paper.Gung-ho!! 1. …

Tuesday Series :The Turbulent Dawn-9

 “There have been so many developments and you don’t even tell me.” Danisha was miffed. ” You have already done so much as a major sargeant. Now, I want you to enjoy this phase–‘way to motherhood’.” Vikram said nonchalantly. ” Ummhh..so what next? You all should keep a low profile and garner information about him …