Showing posts with label leaving. Show all posts
Showing posts with label leaving. Show all posts

Wednesday, 4 April 2018

~ migration.

Dear Reader,

(If anyone has happened to chance upon this rather not-so-very-secret diary of mine) it is my simultaneous pleasure and occasional regret to inform you that I have shifted my blog to WordPress.  WordPress has an excellent interface, and all my friends have blogs there too (seldom does a person who writes manage not to fall prey to the ever-strengthening bonds of - well - online - er - platforms - I don't think that came out quite so well, but, moving on), and so I must bid adieu to Blogger.  Blogger has given me many things, including the confidence to move to WordPress (I'm so sorry).  It has remained a faithful companion for the last seven years that I have been writing (at least a little bit) seriously. 

Farewell, Blogger.  Hola, WordPress!  Reader, if you are interested in furthering your association (really, now, that makes me sound a bit like a pompous prat) with my writings, please come and take a look:

https://theimposterslament.wordpress.com.

Cheers!
Yours always,
Vruta.

Tuesday, 4 April 2017

Rubber Bands.




I keep
All my rubber bands
Wrapped around
My shampoo bottle
I tie my ponytail with one of them
Every day
Sometimes I use the blue one
Other times the green one
That reminds me of pistachios
There's another that looks 
Like blue and pink cotton candy
Except with whipped cream
A few months later
The rubber bands will be looser
Someday
I won't use them to tie my hair
Anymore.

~Vruta Gupte, 2017.

~ migration.

Dear Reader, (If anyone has happened to chance upon this rather not-so-very-secret diary of mine) it is my simultaneous pleasure and occa...