http://slow.writerscafe.org/chandrani The original writings of author ckm en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776339103 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Partho Partho stood up from his seat at the bus stop and wonderedwhether Priya would actually turn up. He had been waiting in the secludedbus-stop for over an hour. He did not want to be late for his appointment.Knowing that the streets of Calcutta could clog anytime, he decid.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chandrani/1356412/   I sat down to have a long conversation with myself,It was long overdue....I thought, why not try the usual courtesy Like having a glass of chilled fruit juice,Sitting on my favourite lounger,In the balcony,Just after dusk,When the eager children have all retur.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chandrani/1352942/ Friends are not mere shoulders to cry on or someone to share a drink with,Friends are not just companions on a lonely day or escape from Monday blues,Friends are not just people who fill in the blanks in our incomplete lives...Friends are not who are what family isn't..They are the pillars o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chandrani/1281467/ Dilemma http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chandrani/1281449/ I followed the trailI was told I was good at followingI was told I could achieve anything Only if I followed instructions.I did as I was told.But where am I now?I can only feel a bleak environ surrounding me.The abyss threatens to draw me into its emptiness.The steep mountains impose their will.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chandrani/1222556/ The landscape came haunting backEvery night as I retired,Memories of fast fading past. Events whizzed by meAs I failed to recall any significant incident That triggered my loss. What did I do?Why did I do so?How did I do so?What compelled me?.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chandrani/1173466/ Who are they? I have doubtsBehind the glossy masks of men and womenWho ask me about my welfareWho are these that lurk? Every morn they greet me good luckEvery eve they ask about my dayEvery weekend they invite me to their homesAnd treat me to new.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chandrani/1170122/ Observations on changing lifestyle http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chandrani/1170088/ I sit and wonder at the twinkling stars that beckon me. I seek wings not to fly with but to count d angels that tread across the purple skies while we slumber in dog tiredness. I seek the comfort of the twinkling stars that promise me beauty and solace...... I seek the mystery of the black.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chandrani/1163835/ Dearest   Sister, When I was young Iwanted to be you,Admired, loved andpopular. When I was a teen Iwanted to fly on wingsJust like youBelieving I was as goodas you. When I became a womanI thought I hadeverything that you .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chandrani/1156112/ I couldn’t…. The horizon beckoned meWith wide open armsBut I couldn’t yield to the temptation! The lure of an adventure Haunted meBut I couldn’t run towards itLike a deer cub! The world smiled at meAs it egge.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chandrani/1155545/