Author Archives: Meha Sharma

About Meha Sharma

Dreamer,Writer,Mother,Fauji wife...all while striving to overcome something called 'Procrastination' :) I dabble in writing and write for @huffpostindia, @womensweb , @mycity4kids. I worked as a Business Analyst in an elite IT firm and as a professor in management colleges. Having earned an MBA degree in Human Resource Management and an MA degree in English Literature, I now pass on my wisdom to management students. To keep my sanity while striving to be a 'decent' mom to my ever inquisitive daughter, I tell myself, what Winnie the Pooh says,"My favourite day is today" :)

The Patriot #FridayFotoFiction

I had humble beginnings. Though I doubted whether I had the right to dream, something in me said I could. Never did I yearn for luxuries like the penury stricken people around me. Driven, I had a mission as steadfast as … Continue reading

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I am the Voice of Draupadi

    “Mai Samay Hu” (I am the Time); the husky baritone reverberated through the cream coloured walls of Akshay’s cramped apartment. His eyes were glued to the television screen and he was hooked. Watching B.R. Chopra’s larger than life … Continue reading

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Intruders #FridayFotoFiction

  Mount Kailash was meant to be a safe haven, an uninhabited place where no man would venture. “Whoosh” and I wake up with a jolt. At a distance I can see a huge ball of fire. I stand astounded. … Continue reading

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Perils of being an ‘Unromantic Wife’

‘Men are from Mars and women are from Venus’, they say. Women and men are considered diagonally opposite when it comes to venting out their feelings. Men are deemed as the ones who rarely express themselves and women are the … Continue reading

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Courage #FridayFotoFiction

  He could sense it. The bizarre noise was enough to make him see the imminent danger. His heart skipped a beat. His hair stood on their ends. He knew the procedure under such a situation. He peeked down. He … Continue reading

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