Four Clover Life- By Namrata Shailendra Singh

" I slip inside my house, shivering. Hmmm, so they were boyfriend and girlfriend, in love. At 17, life presents itself hormonally. Later, it starts demanding money, and love is the first thing to go out of the window; I try not to conclude with the last gulp of my now cold tea. Later that night, a mortified mom’s frantic call keeps me awake- she found her daughter, a 6th grader,  watching pornography . Browsing history leaves her feeling devastated and broken." Click on the link to read the article - Parent's Locker Room Image Courtesy

Carrying them in the blue dustpan, I try to pronounce the word ‘Floccinaucinihilipilification,’ wondering where to fit it. The word might be difficult to pronounce, but that is exactly what everyone has been trying to do with me… Bloody rascals .  To read the full story click on  Bloody Rascals Image Courtesy-Pixabay

"During 9th-grade final exams, I memorized the questions which you had divulged to losers like us to ensure we got a passing mark.  Why memorized? Don’t know. Just did.  I could manage only the first sheet of the question paper, the last two sheets reserved exclusively for Gargi Vishwanathans of the world who had by now created a deep chasm between the intellectuals and the dunce. The former mingled with their pride and the losers hung together like a herd. It was a hard law of the world I learned: knowing only winners and losers." To read the full story, click on  Charred Image Courtesy-Pixabay

Who does that? Why should anyone do that? Huh! We finally have a face to the GOD we all believe in, whom we never got to see in real life otherwise. A thank you looks just so short and brief, almost disappearing before it appears; nonetheless, the feeling of indebtedness continues. Did we get it wrong all along?  To read the article click on   I know what GOD looks like! Image courtesy-Pixabay

No, I did not(  yes, I did and much more...some  stunning in its sheer stupidity   ); however, each of us has a narrative, some paragraphs of which we prize dearly, and some details we are not proud of . And then there are other dangling  between melancholy and maudlin.    To read the article, please click on  Mom, Can I Date? Image courtesy-Pixabay

Who knew balls could cause so much trouble?  Click on  Men, Their Balls, and my Life  to get an insight into the troublemaker, the scandalmonger, the rabble rouser-The Balls.  Image courtesy-Pixabay

" Chamomile tea had a way of easing her fibromyalgia-ridden body and Naina tried to relax. The letter from ABC Post lay on the chestnut center table of the living room. She had not asked for it. It came unannounced. Some of her writings had navigated the echelons of a famous literary journal in the United States and reached the editor of this famous American news website-The internet newspaper. The promises were incontrovertible; somebody sloshed in ten tequila shots would let go of an opportunity millions of starved writers yearned for. Name, Fame, and Money, as the cliché goes, is a heady cocktail, tempting and irresistible. With her husband and her son out for the weekend camping trip, Naina was all by herself to meditate, reflect and refuse. The year 2008 swirled in the leftover tea at the bottom of the LaOpala teacup; every part crystal clear, as if it was happening now. It took exactly a millionth of a second to go back." To read the full story click on li