Pooja Warrier, a product of the ’80s, was born in a small town in Thrissur (Kerala) and raised in Abu Dhabi (U.A.E) where she completed her schooling. She is certified with a master's in Microbiology from Bharathiar University. And to add a little spice to life, she wrapped it up with a master's in Business Administration (HR) from ICFAI University. At present, she works as an IELTS Trainer with a reputed foreign education consultant. As a freelance writer, she has produced some great reads on online platforms like The ArmChair Journal and Unverbalise. She is also the co-author of anthologies - DESTINY OF THE SOLSTICE and ALFAAZON KI UDAAN (Shrihind Publications), HEART OUT (Unvoiced Heart Publications), ELIXIR OF WORDS and WIND (The Write Order), ENHANCE YOUR SOUL (TDS Publications) ALAM (Quilling Heart Publications) & EUPHORIA and BLEEDING INK (Daiso Publications). The roles she juggles on the personal front are that of an unruly daughter, a pestering wife, a nagging mother, and an over-protective elder sister. When she is not reading she can be seen shaking her leg to some tune in her head - in her cookhouse! She ruthlessly feeds her addiction to great cricket and movies as well. She honestly admits having a somewhat unhealthy obsession with cooking, sketching, and drawing.
What’s cooking in your Indian Kitchen, the Great?
For those macho men who do their share of things around the house you may continue to do so. But for those who don’t, TGIK is sure to give you a prick of guilt and help see your women in a new light !
One last darkness – Pari’s tale of hope
“Ghalib would repeatedly slide his hands into her salwar suit and cup her breasts and start fondling them. She tried to push him away several times but in vain.” Dear reader, I wish I could tell you that she is a heroic woman who intermittently dreams of fighting zombies on some unknown planet
Keep calm and Zentangle on!
Keep creating. It will change your life. Not only does creating add beauty to your life, but also it improves our attitude and personal outlook. Beckah Krahula My confessions to begin with: Confession 1: If you ask me what’s the application I use the most in my cell phone, without a second thought I would…
Secret confessions of a mother of a half-pint
Although I still have many questions unanswered, I realize the bonding between a mother and son is undeniably the world’s best, and he is always the mother’s true love. I am his superhero.
Bhangarh Fort and the height of paranormal
Entering the borders of Bhangarh before sunrise (06:00 AM) and after sunset (06:00 PM) is strictly prohibited. Legal action would be taken against anybody who does not follow these instructions. This signboard by the Archeological Survey of India (ASI) though written in Hindi translates to the above mentioned. It can be found en route to…
While waiting for justice: Nirbhaya case
This piece of work is purely an imaginative one, and no personal offense intended. I hope this article will serve its purpose of being a reminder of the dire need to suppress the rape norm of the country. Note 1: The piece, though inspired by a real incident, is based on the author’s understanding and…
All about me, Cornie – the Corona Virus!
I am a ubiquitous minuscule organism but never underestimate my potential. I am proficient in wreaking havoc. At the same time, the family I come from performs many essential functions for human beings. For instance, some of us protect our host cells from other infections. Yet some of us participate in the process of evolution…
Women safety: The community needs to do more
A veterinary doctor was gang-raped and murdered by four persons (2 truck drivers and 2 cleaners) near the Outer Ring Road at Shamshabad on the outskirts of Hyderabad on the night of November 27, 2019. According to the police, the accused (aged between 20 and 26) had trapped the victim by puncturing the rear tyre…
“Miles to go before I sleep” – a tribute to Robert Frost’s poem
This very morning I heard a feeble voice inside whispering, “And miles to go before I sleep and miles to go before I sleep..” Yes, the guess was right. Those lines are from the very famous American poet, Robert Lee Frost’s most celebrated poem – Stopping by woods on a snowy evening. Robert Frost was born on…