I realised that if I were to die there, my kids would barely have photos to associate with my memory.
This space has been lying dormant for a bit. It has gone through a few makeovers- from being a personal dashboard to inviting other writers to splash their ideas here to being my portfolio. I am irrevocably ensconced in this year and what better way to establish that fact than starting something of a writing … Continue reading Promises. Promises.
How meeting people you knew from your past is such a healing experience.
Pulkit Singh dedicates this poem to her marriage of ten years.
Those evenings were a proof of a love that I have never known since...
All she wants is to travel. Why is that so hard?
The only way is forward. Yes?
The heart wants what it wants.
Some days life surprises us with the most beautiful gifts.
There is a shelf. Where her dreams go to die. Wrapped with expensive gift paper. Coated liberally with the colours of psycedelia. Death is nothing, if not beautiful, eh? There is a shelf. Browse along. There is that one peeking from behind the cascading 'string of pearls' the one where captured movement and memories in … Continue reading The Quiet
Pulkit Singh gets a reality check when her daughter calls billboards-the big TVs, the first time she sees them. Can living in small towns set you behind the times?
Pulkit Singh tries to capture the magical book that tries to defy the conventional outlines of a review.
How does a book about the world's most exquisite tea fare?
The most essential fashion accessory you need is Confidence.
Do you know two Pulkits?