A Vignette into Conditioning ~ an introduction by Inderjit
Jyoti’s writing is episodic and devoid of a buildup that leads one gently to the scene of action. She believes in word economy and prefers to mince no words before…
Masks ~ an introduction by Inderjit
Jaspreet is a blogger and a book reviewer and her piece will resonate with many young readers. She raises pertinent questions any young woman would ask as she comes of…
Rainbows and Ma ~ an introduction by Inderjit
As you exit the labyrinths of the night in Ritika’s piece, you come to Arushi Gupta’s courageous and heart-touching account of her mother’s battle with cancer and the extraordinary, undying…
The Dark Side of Light ~ an introduction by Inderjit
It is not the length of a piece of writing but the density and depth that matters. Anjleen’s pieces lead us to an often battled enemy, Darkness of thought with…
Varied Experiments With The Writerly Self ~ an introduction by Inderjit
‘Writing for the Soul with Inderjit’ explores connections invisible to us at the outset. Dr. Richa’s endearing bridge of understanding across generations leads us to Anjleen Uppal’s varied experiments with…
Heartprint ~ an introduction by Inderjit
Mantilla (by soul-scribe Dr. Mahajan) described the bonds two unrelated women share and it brings us to Dr. Richa Punj’s piece, 'Heartprint’, an ode to mothers, daughters, grandmothers, a continuum…
Mantilla ~ an introduction by Inderjit
Dr. Snigdha Mahajan treats the eyes and has a great eye for detail. Her story-telling craft is well-developed and Mantilla offers the reader a visual treat. Using her strength to good…
Scribbling to Soul-Scribing
The Universe is made up of light, dust, rocks and a lot of empty space. This cosmic stuff is able to express itself in ‘light years‘ of available free space.…
Blank
Blank has a vast openness that bestows tremendous freedom to the drifting mind. There is no structure, no binding, only a promise of free flow and an open sky. Unpredictability…
Ecolibrium
Imagination always ran wild when I watched my grandfather on his haunches working in the front lawn, tending to the rose bushes. Sweat would claim territorial control over his immaculate…