Anjali Sharma blog

The bubble of dance

1982—“It’s a girl!” the doctor tells my mother. I have arrived. I’m breathing bliss right now. I’m in my own…

2 days ago

Delhi and its Golden Crown: Diwali

Hey Delhi, The yellow fairy lights have sheathed you with glittering gold. It feels out of all the festivities, you…

4 weeks ago

What’s in a name?

What’s in a name?  Well, actually everything—a ferocious ‘beast’ can give you grins instead of shivers! Long ago, when I…

1 month ago

The souvenir from Chaplin’s museum

Sometimes, our sojourns fill us with more than just fun and rejuvenation!  In 2018, my visit to Switzerland became more…

1 month ago

The Purple Dress

For a girl, there were two worlds: One where she lived and the other where everything swirled. Panchhi was as…

3 months ago

A trip to my childhood

I wished I could relive my childhood days,and then I sat in a memory train to see it all again!…

4 months ago

I have seen God

When the night is dark and the sky spews fire,Remember, there is one of us wearing combat attire. For years,…

6 months ago

Rani’s despair and the baby brain

Rani embellished the wooden cradle with hand-painted butterflies and swans that moved in circles with a puff of air. Aha!…

7 months ago

Fur, fangs, and freedom: A fox-tale

Her breath came in ragged gasps, her legs trembling from the relentless chase, death hot on her heels. Yet her…

10 months ago