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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Pain
A little cry of anguishAnd then I feelMy heart swell up with tearsFor I have been hurt again.I cry out in rage:Why me, when there are othersIn this vast world,Why should they give me only pain? Pain, pain and pain,What is this pain?But a feeling in the heartOf hard pins crushing it,Taking out the bloodWith…
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Beauty
Beauty rested on the tall green trees,It floated on the blue shimmering lake,Beauty flew on the wings of the wind,It hid in the curves of the blades of grass. Beauty spread in the unending sky,It mingled with the flocks of cloud,Beauty slept in the breast of the birds,It sweetly sang in their morning song. Beauty…
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Beep! Is the Message for You?
“You’ve got a message! Beep! You’ve got a message! Beep! You’ve got a message! Beep!” My father groaned awake. “Who the hell is this? Mid afternoon!” He snatched his phone from under the pillow. The anonymous message said, “I love you!” Stunned, he checked the number. Not registered. Who was this? He dialed the number.…
Footprints on the Mind 