SIMPLY SHOBANA

Falling In Love With A North Indian

A free read. Press the like button to vote. https://www.inkitt.com/stories/romance/591184 He – the perfect distraction, She – the attraction. Together, they create chemistry. All rights reserved. Copyright@shobana2020

When Sunday Goes Past Me

Have you ever been empowered by the quiet of a Sunday? It fills you with a touch of gentleness, a sort of exquisiteness, You feel its presence without any pretense embrace your soul. . I awake to dawn… Read More

BOOK REVIEW: MARY: THE MARY TYLER MOORE STORY

When Herbie J Pilato contacted me to have his book Mary: The Mary Tyler Moore Story reviewed, I was all nerves. She was the iconic actress whose show I used to watch as a young girl. Having him… Read More

The World Trade Center – As It Is Today!

The World Trade Center as it is today! (Photos taken on my trip to New York in February 2020) Stunning architecture and paintings. The memorial was divine. In memory of the victims of 9/11. -shobana-

A Heavenly Interlude

I had the distinct pleasure of having the beach to myself that morning. The quiet was so consuming as the waters that rushed to shore breathed music to the ears. I watched the sunrise, one of my most… Read More

Where It Never Rains

I walked once where elephants graced, Where it never rains, Where the dusty ground never felt mud, Where the tired trees were barely consumed by greens, Where the Sun God shined ceaselessly. ~~ It taught me how to… Read More

Desmond

On the 6th of September, 2007, we made our way to Toronto, Canada, full of hope, plus with a little apprehension for Sasha’s next phase in life – her tertiary education.  She was among the first batch of… Read More

Sound of Silence

Do you remember this song by Simon & Garfunkel? It has a beautiful story behind it. A friend of mine shared it with me this morning, and since I have always been fascinated with the lyrics and the… Read More

Sweet September

It is hard to believe that September is as sweet as its name, Except when, you see those maples trees turn in shade; red, yellow and a dusty strain.  I walked under those trees one September, marveling at… Read More

A Place to Dream

(A re-post) I found a place to dream, It was a long time ago, In an illusory setting masking the clouds, Where trees were leafless, As they had fallen to the ground. I found a bridge to another… Read More