Riddhiculous why a super mom needs speed 4g

In 2010, I joined the world of ‘online media’ and since then there has been no looking back. This world is driven by seconds and nano seconds. The average attention span of an online user is way too less and if your server takes up that time in uploading a…

Riddhiculous honey it is worth your money

Ever wondered, how Professor Sprouts and Madam Pomfrey, from the Harry Potter series, healed deadly spells or injuries and ailments with some magical herbs like a Floo Grass, Jumbly Gum Tree, Merweed or Mandrakes? We often crave to gain access to the realms of these magical herbs from Hogwarts. In…

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…

Maa, mai, mother, mom, mumma, mommy, ammi, amma, aayi… All different ways to address that one person who lays the foundation of  our very being and the world.   Mother in every language sounds sweet  My mother is not only #MyFirstExpert, but also the only expert I have always looked…

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…

Photo: google images I sat there with The bicycle bigger than me Once new, now broken Just like my dreams Of places I sat there with Loss bigger than my world Cried till my eyes Burned with the blurry pool Of guilt I can’t, Said I. He can’t, Said they….

भागती दौड़ती लोहे के सरियों पे चिंगार्हियों से खेलती कभी थमती, कभी गरजती चलती  चलाती, अनेको जीवन संजोये कभी दुआएं, कभी गुबार झेलती कभी सपने दिखाती, कभी उन्हें रफ़्तार देती इतना लगाव हमें इनसे होगया कि दुश्मन भी इसी का फायदा उठाते हैं कई बार इन्हे जला कर अपने दिल कि आग…

Riddhiculous Happiness

  Of chiffon drapes And polka dots Spattered over the Azure skies Laughter flowing In the barren fields Raining bliss into Sullen lives The shimmering String of smiles Peering through the Trying times The galloping Colours of hope Shining bright amidst Lonesome eyes Happiness has  more than one ways of…