The slightly protrude windowsill, in my kitchenette,Houses colourful planters, atop which the herbs germinate.These are the refreshing outcome of my emptiness,That fulfils and satisfies me, each time I gaze.I often stand near my window, admiring the ornamental produce,As I don’t know how I shall otherwise, make my solitude of some use.One such day I saw… Continue reading My Bird-Woman
An inspiration to the poets, a limerick, and prose,It leaves a distinct fragrance and hue wherever it goes.The rain transforms the earth, lively and ecstatic,Such a cheerful renovation, by something so inodorous and achromatic.There are times I can hear the drops falling rhythmically,As if they are marching soldiers, in uniformity.Then just another moment, they touch… Continue reading A Ballad on Rain
I woke up to utter silence in my home, unusual, because every day I would wake up to the whistle of the kettle boiling. I looked to my left and found the side neatly arranged. There was something definitely wrong. I got up lazily and sat upon the bed. I leave my hair open while… Continue reading The Whistle
I met his eyes on a breezy Sunday morning at a road-side café.I often visited this place with my friends.That day I saw those eyes for the first time,Handsome, beautiful, brown, earthy eyes.They had so much depth and meaning.They were appreciative and admiring me in a way I hadn’t seen for long. Though settled far from… Continue reading The Imperfection
Life was good, life was fun,I thought it’s cool, I am done.It was all set, a family and a house,A daughter, a son and, a loving spouse.Parties, Hangouts, Shopping what fun,But to listen to what I feel, I had no one.Until one day I sat, like Buddha under a tree,I realized what I am doing… Continue reading ‘Be Optimistic’ they said…and so I did!
Melodious tweeting from my balcony, Slowly fades as the day goes by. Or is it just me who can’t hear them, Since the voices inside are mounting high.The morning cup of steaming tea, The songs of birds make the flowers smile. It slowly flies to start its day, My household wakes now in a while.Morning… Continue reading The Sound of my life
The fate lines from my palms have changed their abodeNow found below my naval are these beautiful narrow roads As I see my stretch marksI feel a sense of pride,These marks must be reveredWhat’s there to hide?The clan glorifies the motherBut I am destined to be moreAs my fierce stripesHave now unleashed to roarAt First… Continue reading An Ode to My Stretch Marks
Hi there, this is Paayal Agarwaal. A nascent writer, full-time mother, an experienced entrepreneur, and an ex-human Resource executive. A year back, I once again embraced motherhood. My elder daughter is 9 years old and my son is now 1. It’s enjoyable to see them grow at their pace. Post-delivery my skin wore stretch marks.… Continue reading My inside-out