Footprints on my mind…
Thoughts are like footprints, leaving their mark…
On my mind, without permission.
Blog
This blog is a collection of my writings, such as articles, travelogues, poems and stories: the ramblings of a creative mind and an enthusiastic writer.
Books
A dream come true! Published my first novel – A love story in the midst of an earthquake that devastated Bhuj in 2021. What can happen in such circumstances?
Published Clips
My love for writing took wings when I had the courage to reach out to publications. Take a look at some of my published works over more than two decades.
Mom Speaks…
Some journeys in life are extraordinary. It is often difficult to express them, but here I have tried to share some of the most special moments of my life.
Meet the Author
Ishita Deshmukh is, in many ways, a mascot for national integration! Born to Bengali and Gujarati parents, she grew up on a steady diet of Tamil culture and French literature (in the lovely town of Puducherry). If that wasn’t enough, she is married to a Telugu bidda. She has this uncanny (and unnerving) ability to switch between six different languages in the course of a conversation.
Ishita is a multi-tasking marketing professional with over 2 decades of experience. She recently worked in a Indian Classical Arts organisation as a marketing executive, organising small to large events with some celebrated artistes.
Latest Blogs
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A New Year Resolution
To new heights,We shall rise,Towards new goals,We shall stride. Forgotten are the petty fights,Forgotten are the teary woes,The fiery words,The dismal lows. To new heights,We shall rise,Towards new goals,We shall stride. To new heights,We shall rise,Towards new goals,We shall stride. Leaving behind the bloody mess,Of wrecked emotions,Expectations…And unexpected failures. To new heights,We shall rise,Towards new…
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Happy New Year 2019
As the year ends, A new one begins, The shadows fall, The world spins. All await the festive night, Of laughter galore and disco light, Yet forget to pause, to muse, Just before the stroke of midnight. Twelve months have flown Away with sins and good deeds, With lessons learnt and mistakes made, Irreparable losses…
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Life with an Impossible Wife
What is this life? So full of strife, What is this life? With an impossible wife. The mornings are tense, The afternoons are mild, Evenings, you wonder, How best to smile. We fight, we scream, We accuse, we steam, We often behave Like actors on a TV screen. I am volatile, I am mad, I…
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