Anuradha Sridharan

My contribution to Cafe Writing - February project Options #1 and #6 Option #1 Timed writing - wrote this piece in 9 minutes and didn't edit it. Option #6 Fiction You have to walk carefully in the beginning of love; the running across fields into your lover’s arms can only come later when you’re sure they won’t laugh if you trip. ~Jonathan Carroll, Outside the Dog Museum Eyes speak a thousand words a glance depicts hundred emotions The whole world transported elsewhere Every wake moment in deep thoughts outbursts of temper to dear and near white roses look extremely colorful vision towards a distant gaze day dreaming a daily routine unusual smile painted on the face music feels so divine and pure, catching up on sunrise not a difficult job anymore! memorable symptoms worth a treasure beginning of love a rare phenomenon for sure!

My contribution to Read Write Prompt - #15 Dark clouds obstructing the morning rays, leaving behind a shade of uncertainty "Is it really 6 o' clock?", she wondered "Did my alarm clock ring early?" Opening the window, she glanced, the first drizzle of the summer the refreshing smell of the petrichor the croaking noise of the frogs Eyes yet to be awakened, she was truly hopeful a lovely day alone at home an escape from the drowning lectures "Get ready soon", her mom's phrase hardly reached her dreaming mind Ensuring the clouds are here to stay, not passing beauty, she rejoiced Switching on the radio news confirming all schools declared a holiday, her joy knew no bounds the blessed rain's surprise gift

My contribution to Sunday Scribblings - #99 Passion Twittering moment, excitement at its peak hands folded in unison, offering prayers adrenalin pumped up heartbeat racing fast, Irresistible temptation sun peeps out of the dark clouds not moving a micro inch, follow every minuscule action wide open lids with full focus eyeballs gazing hard and hopeful a sixer zooms past way beyond the stands, Jumping in passion victorious day for cricket

My contribution to Cafe Writing February Project- Option 5 Poetry From December to March, there are for many of us three gardens: the garden outdoors, the garden of pots and bowls in the house, and the garden of the mind’s eye. - Katherine S. White Immersed in beauty of nature amidst varieties of flora A hot cup of tea in one hand and a fountain pen in the other blue ink waiting to give shape to thoughts serendipitous weather for the afternoon seated on a wide hammock ends tied to eucalyptus trees standing tall, despite the cool wind chirping cuckoos, respite from noise around white rabbits and kittens playing with joy in harmony jasmine bushes spreading fragrance blossomed red roses augmenting beauty the proud hosts of my garden reverberating hums of honeybees colourful shades of butterflies flapping wings of seasonal birds footprints of ever active squirrels the frequent visitors of my garden mellifluous music of the flowing stream Time doesn't zoom past here, moments meant to be...

I have never watched a movie in a cinema theater a day before any exam but I always wanted to give it a try. Exams come and go all the time but a free premiere show ticket of the much awaited movie doesn't land in one's hands everyday. This is exactly what happened to me last Friday, an opportunity to watch "Jodha Akbar". With two exams lined up on Saturday, it was a difficult yet daring choice if you ask me. I took it and now I don't regret it. Those 4-5 hours of preparation wouldn't have made any big difference to my performance, anyway. Jodha Akbar is a superb movie for its grandeur and magnificent picturization of the forts and battlefields, the colors and wonderful costumes and ofcourse, the brilliant music by Rahman. Ash and Hrithik have portrayed their characters so well that I don't think anyone else could have fit their roles. The songs have been beautifully picturized, especially the "Marhaba" song. For a person who managed to learn Hin...

Now and then, I get this sudden urge to buy myself a bicycle and ride on Bangalore roads, claiming that I could save on fuel and also would help me stay fit. My experience with cycling dates back to my college days (not so long ago, mind you!). In school, I was more than happy to be a pillion driver along with my dad or my younger brother. During the long break between school and college (ah! those wonderful days), dad bought me a BSA SLR bicycle and I started to learn. Initially, my brother was helping me till I get the balance. Yeah, you are right! A 17 year old girl was being taught how to ride a bicycle by her 15 year old brother. Once I got the hang of it, it was a dream come true. Every morning, I used to ride my vehicle to the cycle stand, park it and then take my college bus. The route I normally take was pretty straightforward, through residential streets and a road encompassing a huge playground where there is little traffic (little refers to fellow bicyclers). There were spe...

My contribution to Cafe Writing February project - Option #3 Words to be used - astonished, conclusion, drown, gilded, hands, magnify, snow, time a serene valley where time stands still, Holding hands together we stroll towards the end of the long winding road the first glimpse of the pristine white layer a wish being fulfilled experience worth the wait a perfect moment with my love astonished by the pure snow drowned in its splendor we stand there unfazed, admiration with awe the glory of the Himalayas golden rays of the sun slowly gilding its presence, magnifying its grandeur the snow clad mountains conclusion of eternal beauty

Let me capture this moment before it gets buried in the humdrums of assignment submissions, exam preparations and work deliverables. This day marks the beginning of something special, something close to my heart. As I hold the book which has my words imprinted on white sheets of paper, neatly bound and my name in the beginning of chapter 5, I realize that my writing dreams can indeed become a reality. It's not a long cherished dream. I have never given a thought about this writer's world 3 years ago. A casual blogging has given way to a curious interest, thanks to Web 2.0, blogspot, friends, fellow bloggers etc. I always thought that the idea of imaginations expressed in words solely belong to people who have a superb command over the language, an excellent vocabulary and a perfect grammar. Blogging has changed this notion. I'm now trying to write poetry, narrate short stories, put forth my experiences and little knowledge I have gathered so far in my life to a wider audien...