Posts dealing with Stories, poems, theater etc. – from pws or from others but about stammering issues/ social discrimination etc. etc.
Creative expressions from PWS or about them..
Solitude (A short story) The old man was again in the church today at his regular time. He quietly comes in and sits in one of the pews at the back. This is not the usual time to visit though. One day, I asked him: Why don’t you attend the morning service? The afternoon is […]
Hello, I am Vinayak, it was yet another very pleasant day in Bangalore, it was 9:30 am and I was just about to leave my home, to go to SHG and I got a call from my friend, asking me to explain the project that we were doing, I stuttered very badly and didn’t even […]
Fluency of broken words ~ Manpreet Kaur Everyone is equal, And should be treated fairly”. Wish it was more than ‘euphonious’. I have capabilities yet not one, Stammering makes a label, “A red flag”! Why can’t communication be overlooked, When a person is intellectually creative. Those unspoken internal conflicts Conscious of their gait, Yet inaudible […]
Markanda Shiv Temple is situated along the banks of the Wainganga river in Charmorshi tehsil of Gadchiroli in Maharashtra. There is no solid evidence that who build this temple, but according to recent evidence collected by the Archeological Survey of India they believe that the temple was built in the 8 Century or earlier by […]
One evening I had the novel, Shiman Yogi, in my hands, and I had completed that novel but I was still in the trance of the novel. Shriman Yogi is the biography of Chhatrapati Shivaji Maharaj, one of the most secular kings born in India. No one can ever feel what Chhatrapati Shivaji Maharaj and […]
Many years ago I was staying in Yogiraj society in Nagpur, it was 2 BHK flat. While standing on the entrance gate of Yogiraj society, you could see the entire society. There was a cemented straight path from the main gate, the path was wide enough so that five to six SUV’s could easily pass […]
When I wake up in the morning, go to the washbasin, I see a face, a familiar one. A face, that knows me well, as no other face in the world would know. I stare into its eyes and say- “however you are I accept it! You are the best person I want to be, and […]
The other day I saw Kumar in the market. He was running after a woman. Dont laugh please! This is not what you think. I know both of them and they are in their sixties. Kumar retired from LIC some years ago. And the woman in question was Purabi. Both their families had known each […]
It was once again the same day at the hostel, I got up at 7 pm and went straight to the common washroom. As always I had to wait for my chance to brush my teeth. The washbasin was at the centre of the bathroom, it had just 4 sinks, a long rectangular mirror in […]
When I was a child, my biggest ambition was to “lecture” in a hall, full of people! With gathering years, I discovered that I was free to dream of bigger things than that. But at the age of four, it was a challenge to control my face and put two words together! Then, there were […]
(A short story) One day I was walking down this lane, lined by trees and broad side walks. I saw a child sitting on a stone bench, near a bus stand. He was waiting for his father. His father used to stop the bus and hand the child in, to the conductor- almost like a […]
For me and for most of stammerers I think finding a teacher who understands us is difficult task. I remember my account teacher, whenever she used to call my roll number. I always took some time to respond due to stammering and thinking ” should I say Present or Yes “, saying present was always […]
Left is Right! By Amit Singh Kushwaha “Yes, I am left-handed!”. My unconscious mind prefers to do any work with the left hand. Sometimes, people wonder when I write or sign with my left hand. I recall in my childhood; grandmother taught me to eat with the right hand. At that time, I realized, there […]
I joined TISA on 9th August 2010 and now completed a one-decade of an active relationship with TISA. A Journey who gives me wings for fly, An organization that supports me as a family and encourages me to live ourselves on your terms. Here I am sharing my one-decade learning and their outcomes freely. The […]
A Poem be Mr. Rajendra Kumar ” Fir Bhi Me Bolunga”.
(A fiction based on the life of a lady doctor- Dr Arundhati, who joins a social work organization in the Himalayas and discovers that things are not what they appear to be… Ed.) Prologue : The End “ Angular mind – angular body. You cant even support me well !” She twisted her torso to […]
The shivery utterance was all he had, the words would play hide and seek with his mouth, the excitement to deliver his ideas would be blocked by that unkindly stammer, as if he was banged by a hammer, no, he isn’t a handicapped, neither he is a loser, he is just a bit more edgy […]
A life will be left behind! The house you called your home for long, the people whom you made your own. The words you sang to share your heart, a few of them were once your part. They all will go, forgotten to mind A life will be left behind… Some you’ll forget and some […]
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