Between my tenth trip to the restroom or back from it, somewhere in that gut-contorting, brain-drain, it struck me. I was sick. Truly sick in the head. So were most of the women around me. This is not a general, sweeping statement. It is a point of view from where I stand and the view … Continue reading Food Poisoning And The Green Eyed Monster
The PriQuill – Slivers of the Soul Alisha “Priti” Kirpalani is the author of “A Smattering Of Darkness: Short and Shorter Twisted Tales,” a collection of short stories of varying lengths encapsulating the grey shades of the human psyche. Her new novel will be released later this year. If you enjoyed reading this post, please recommend … Continue reading Poetry: The Return of the Living Dead ?
Them: So what is it you do? (conversation starter) Me: I write. (while bracing myself for the inevitable aftermath) Them: How lovely. Where can I read your book? (genuine interest) Me: I am in the process of writing it. (sounding like a recorded message) Them: Oh. Ok. (conversation ender) Me: I was busy with the … Continue reading The Hamster Who Opened A Pandora’s Box
The PriQuill — Slivers of the Soul Storyteller. Poet. Blogger. It’s that itch, persistently pushing you to throw yourself out there. The danger of failure is not a deterrent. Write, we must. Taking the plunge Waiting for the applause Starting over and overAlisha “Priti” Kirpalani is the author of a “A Smattering Of Darkness: Short and Shorter Twisted Tales,” a collection … Continue reading Damned if you do. Damned if you don’t…. write.
There is nothing funny about losing a loved one. The grief is palpable, no matter the show of dignity. I salute the courage of the immediate family in the face of the constant flow of sympathy. Being an observer of words, I tend to focus on the condolence messages that are offered. I often imagine … Continue reading Tiny Tips for Huge Losses
The PriQuill — Slivers of the Soul It’s tough. Love. Life. Yet we hold on to hope. But sometimes, it digs so deep that we can scarcely breathe. Nothing remains. For that moment, at least. Love Life Bitterness
Redefining the term “feminine” ‘ She is the strong one.’ There we go again. You know how they politely downplay that adjective? It’s almost like they are afraid you will take out the whip with which you allegedly discipline your nearest and dearest, and use it on them. Some brave the lions and cackle it … Continue reading Me Tarzan. He Jane ?