I felt a slight jerk on my shoulder, asking me to sit upright. It was six AM  and I was an eight year old   who adored  his sleep. My eyes were half-open . Unable to sit straight on the mat, I stretched my Amma's warm, yellow, cotton saree over me, begging her to let… Continue reading Unwrapping the gift 

Pc credit: pixabay.com It’s true what they say - when you leave an act undone, it takes the shape of a ghost to haunt you. It lives inside you and you become its graveyard. His fingers laid the pen down. Cracking his knuckles, he stretched his arms over his head. He looked down at the… Continue reading Graveyard of ghosts

Hello, Thank you so much for taking your time to visit us. Here at Memory slate we share memories which are dear to us and which has changed our life for better or worst. This is a new journey for us here. Hope we will learn from each other. I would love to hear from… Continue reading The Journey Begins