Sweet Memories are made of this

When I was younger I remember watching a program titled “The Never Ending Story”. I have such fond memories of it. Some of the memories strangely include the disappointment I felt when I missed watching an episode on television. At the time there was no internet to play catch up with and therefore when you…

Two Actual Doves

“On the second day of February or March I don’t remember clearly,  my true love gave to me. Two actual doves…” I remember one morning being drawn to a cooing sound at the balcony. I peeped to confirm that indeed there was a dove. It was a welcome sound considering that I needed a pick…

Learning Curves

Fun fact. Through a series of fortunate events my teacher (yes I am in school…the horror!) will be marking my blog. I hear the crickets too so you are not alone. How do I feel about this was the first question in my mind. The thing about all this is that most of my writing…

The beginning of your lie

You began life knowing you could do much more than you are doing right now. The world was an open field to explore and anything your mind came up with you did. Big curious eyes guided you as you poured the jug of water on the carpet floor. You did not know prim and proper…

I scent you

“I like your new shirt” I will find myself saying every so often, even though you have worn it four or five times. I also like your new haircut. You know? The one you have had for a month? What about the tailor cut suit, new cuff-links and bow-tie you wore when we were at…

Letter to the seed

Dear bamboo seed, You must be used to the under earth by now. The darkness, the roughness and cold. The stillness and silence. No activity or stirring. Once you break out of the cocoon of the seed you will see light and you will notice very new and different things around you. You will see…

Beyond the skeletons

We never know how deep a fear is until you grope in the dark and touch the door only to find you forgot how to turn the door knob. It is a weird analogy but sometimes due to certain fears in our lives we forget how it used to be to live…well…without fear. The first…

In pursuit of perfection

I genuinely have no idea when the desire to be perfect begins in our lives. Is it when we are young and we played with child-like abandon and got ourselves dirty (as is the destiny of all children) and our caregivers wiped the smear of dirt off our faces and smiled when we are all…