Richa's Journal

She was on the dining table when I came home from work- swimming in her bowl, mouth opening and closing in quick succession, a quizzical expression on her face. My maid told me that she had arrived by courier, accompanied by a card from a doctor whom I had met at a party. Apparently he was opening... Sign in to see full entry.

A little experiment, friends. I am starting a story here. You can take it forward in your comments. I'll paste whatever you write in this post. This way, each of us can add our own twists and turns. Who knows, something interesting might come up: The alarm rang at 7, and Rajiv sprang out of bed. He... Sign in to see full entry.

Just when you think it is over That you will never see his face again That you will move on to a better life Less complicated, more happy Where no one will blame you Or fight with you for everything And where you'll find the person who is best suited for you You begin to remember All that he did for... Sign in to see full entry.

Why does it happen That two good people cannot understand each other Cannot communicate Grow to hate each other And then themselves? Why should it happen to us Why the uncertainty in my mind And the anger in yours Is the fault all mine? Does it matter? All I can say is I am sorry Sorry for all you... Sign in to see full entry.

I feel like the weather outside A clouded expression, tears raining down my face Once in a while, the sun comes out and I start smiling Then doubts assail me again and the clouds come back It was a gamble that I took, but did not work Should I hang on, or should I let go? It is a tough life, I tell... Sign in to see full entry.

I have always been a reserved person. Insular might be a better way to describe it. I'm not someone that reaches out easily to people, or has lots of friends. And if it is difficult for me to get close with colleagues and other people in my social circle, then any such thing with the household help... Sign in to see full entry.

For people who want an introduction to my lovely labrador, please read 'Meryl enters our life'. Meryl's life was perfect, we imagined- she had a loving family, and lived in a house with a huge garden. In that garden she chased around crows, hid bones in the mud, and rolled in the grass the whole day... Sign in to see full entry.

This posting is the first of a series- a tribute to my late she-dog, Meryl. A way of remembering a very special dog with fondness. Hope some dog lovers will enjoy reading about these anecdotes, as much as i enjoyed experiencing them. Meryl was a pedigreed labrador, gifted to my father by his friend.... Sign in to see full entry.