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Riddhiculous memories

Disclaimer: This poem is written from a perspective of a five year old kid and how he sees a “Sunday” and feels for it. हफ्ते में दिन होते हैं सात पर अच्छा सिर्फ इतवार लगता है, मुझे हमेशा इसका इंतज़ार रहता है। पाप की छुट्टी, मम्मी का प्यार इस दिन…

Sitting amidst clutter and mess, I looked for my phone that beeped incessantly buried under heaps of worn sarees, paper bags, old books and diaries. When I finally managed to locate it, I realised it to be a message from an acquaintance I had befriended during a conference. She pinged…

Riddhiculous IMPACT OF FRAGRANCES: INSPIRATION FOR LIFE

Right from the childhood, I was known for spoiling my mother’s culinary surprises. I would end up revealing the ingredients by catching the whiff of her special preparations. By that logic, my olfactory senses were a bit heightened. An irritated aunt always said, “you were a dog in your last…

riddhi sharma poem child photo

The child in me wants To run after the planes in the skies And bid them goodbyes The child in me wants To play till my feet hurt and shoulders begin to droop The child in me wants To spend the day doing nothing Without a tinge of guilt The…

blogging 2015 riddhiculous blog

The world of blogging or bloggers is growing every minute, as it can crown you professionally as well as on personal level. A blog is your best bet for getting noticed, for making your voice heard, and stand out among the online crowd. It is no longer a space meant for just…

Riddhiculous.com flowers and me

String of flowers adorned her tresses like a tiara Dusk falls, she drowns in the sea of orange Slipping into the tides of time her bare feet A wanderer she walked miles dripping with memories In the dreamlike fields of gold She found beads of love…

Riddhiculous memories

Potpourri of memories, Childhood games, Rekindled teenage flames, Leap into her head Like foggy, blurred postcards Reminiscing … Fingers scramble to fit, Inside the rusted tin jar, Fumbling with the scraps Of torn paper, old tickets, And hand written notes Revisiting… The orange sky Fading into dingy Black cloud of…

Riddhhiculous.com she is dead

Image: layoutsparks.com  As, the waves washed sand off my feet giving me the fuzzy happy feeling… I found it floating on the waves of time in a tattered old bag safely tied with iron chains… A rusted tiny lock with a heart shaped key the thrill to have found a…