Vision

You caught my eye, I know I was looking for something vibrant; a red rose, a pink one, or maybe just a snapshot of enough coffee to make my day. But then I scrolled down and you caught my eye…not as subtle as it felt, but more like a full grasp, like “hey you!” So … More Vision

In the Quiet

My biggest mistake is my inability to keep my innermost thoughts to myself. Sometimes, it is adding one spoon of sugar to my coffee instead of just sticking to two spoons. So when I told Grumpy, “I like it when you don’t talk to me,” it was meant to fizzle out in the thick air … More In the Quiet

Shards of Glass

We love Thursdays. You and I. It’s the one day we can say brings out the truth in us. I love Mondays but even saying this in your presence is exorcism. “I know everything about you,” you say. I tilt my head so I can take in your demeanor. My Mother says that you can … More Shards of Glass

Books for Aurora

Nothing beats going through a family library, a collection of books that made an impact on a loved one so much so that they preserved them for years. I shared a set of books I’d set aside in 2015 under “Books for my daughter.” I’ve read many more titles since then especially ebooks. So, whenever … More Books for Aurora

Hello

It hurts knowing you could call me but you wouldn’t. So, I sit on the edge of the bed, listen to the songs I played five years ago and drink black tea. There is a fire inside of me, a raging fire that cannot be quenched by this tea, heaven knows I’ve had three cups … More Hello

Like Yarn

My beloved is a master story-teller. He spins tales like yarn. Every word, every movement of his tongue, a widening of brown eyes- a smirk here, a dimple there, a drop in his pitch…a weaver of tales. “I am with the guys.” “I have been working on this ka-project.” “Don’t worry, maybe next time, in … More Like Yarn

A sprinkle of joy

I love chapati and yellow-green beans. I know this is an odd way to begin a post, but if there is one thing I have learned over the years is that the best of words can actually come tumbling out. Like that first statement. However, this season, brings many memories of how chapati marked our … More A sprinkle of joy