SOULspace

  Characters: ·       Radio Presenter ·       Hybrid the Car ·       Boy / Girl    Scene 1: Racing Track showing a car racing Frame 1 The Radio presenter is seated at a desk with knobs and sound system, talking into a mike, wearing headphones, looking out through a large window. On the other side of window, we can see a racing track and cars on a racing track. ( There is sunlight shining through the right side of the picture, through window.) Radio presenter (Is talking into a mike looking very intensely at the race track, smile on face): It is the final race of the season and our favorite car Hybrid is in the lead. The pit crew want him to change his tyres but he won’t listen…. Next frame shows a Red colour Hybrid Car Hybrid the car is seen at the Crew Pit and the headlights of the car is like eyes, the fender like mouth.: Hybrid: “No No No tyre change, I just need some pet...

She entered the room. A heady smell of incense wafted towards her. The bed hung heavy with rows of jasmine and rose. Her eyes scanned the room for a glimpse of her husband. He was not there and the moment of solitude made her strangely happy. She walked to the bed and sat down with a deep sigh. Her feet ached with all the standing and her jaw hurt from all the smiling. She rubbed her feet and neck tiredly. Theirs was an arranged marriage and she had met him just once before the wedding. She was nervous and apprehensive at what to expect on her first night. Mother had been vague and evasive to her questions. The only other married girl amongst her friends had rolled her eyes and told her not to think too much but to just grin and bear it. “Whatever that means” she thought as she stretched out her hand and plumped the pillow. It beckoned to her to test it out. She laid down her heavily ornamented head into its softness and let herself sink blissfully into its fold...

   I was introduced to the love of my life way back when I was a young, enthusiastic teacher at a special school. But we rarely met, perhaps once in a while when I chose to, but what with a million things to do and learn and also being deeply involved in teaching special children, I hardly noticed him. Little did I realise he would show up later in my life the way he did!    I got married and believed I had chosen the right guy, well...I also believed terrorism was what you saw in movies and child abuse was something that happened in very depraved societies and not in mine... ...but, to continue on my marriage, something was missing. I felt a void within me, an emotional chasm, and I felt very incomplete.    Meanwhile I started a family and within a span of 4 and half years I had two children! I struggled with my inner emotional void and external world of mundane chores. I felt so tied down, I wanted wings to fly, to dance and swirl and soar in the cl...

It’s an interesting relationship. A triumvirate if I may say so: The Writer, The Reader and The Written. The Writer, when she pens the words (or nowadays I should say ‘types!’) has many thoughts running through her mind. The subject is mostly one dear to her heart; a topic that needs to be penned, inked and transferred to black and white. She may have many words that she will put down; she may have many words that she may not be able to put down! Trimming and editing is part of the writer’s forte. Additions and deletions are bylaws. The Written word, is full of meaning, some subtle and some blatant, some simple and some more complex. The mystery and the pathos or the humor and the romance, every line is written to serve a purpose; that of conveying the writer’s ardour. Thoughts and feelings, opinions and facts collide in this world of words. One's choice of words is as important as finding the right formula for the baby's feed!! It is a delicate process; only maturity sharpens ...

Now lets talk about writing a story, that's a totally different ball game. Many of us have stories inside us, waiting for the right audience to release it! Blogs are wonderful spaces for clandestine writers like me who fear feedback so much, we cant share it. It took a lot of courage on my part to release it to my audience, and I am glad I don't have to face them. One needs to be inspired or suppressed enough to write! You may wonder at this dichotomy, but I know it holds true. I draw inspiration from Sudha Murthy, yes our own Goddess of Good! Silly name but I say it with fondness, because I have personally benefited from her goodness, and any one who I keep on the pedestal and I am in awe of, I call Goddess! I happened to read her book, " How I taught My Grandmother to Read and other stories" Simple, lucid and direct, to the point that I felt I could have written each and every one of them. I dedicate my amateur efforts totally to her! She takes very ordinary, day t...