In the Middle of It

We live in a world of hyperbole. Everything is outstanding, a profound meditation, devastating, or ruined. It all started with 'awesome' and didn't stop there. Now, we don't have a comprehension of our life that lies between these two extremes because life is not full of excesses or deficiencies. It is somewhere in the middle... Continue Reading →

Blinding Lights

Have you ever seen Godmen shouting at the top of their lungs on a screen? I feel like slapping them hard across their face with a chair. Religion no bar. I have a theory that the majority of God"men" are men and historically only men have felt the need to "find God" and "preach God's... Continue Reading →

You Never Know

Here's what was happening before. I try it all. I read online and watch YouTube videos on plant care. I learn the ways in which instruments can be used to measure soil pH, light, and moisture. I look up how to use home tips and tricks to measure soil pH and adjust it as needed.... Continue Reading →

New Sadness, Old Sadness

One of my favourite authors always tells this story about her growing up years and how they were shaped her her old-world grandmother and her diplomat, new-world mother. I've heard her say this story so many times in the past 8 years that I started to get sick of it because wasn't there anything else?... Continue Reading →

Okay, Then.

Today, after an era, I went to a cobbler to fix my shoes. I threw in the outdoor essentials in my cloth bag, took the community e-bike, and rode up to the cobbler my mother recommended. I don't know what I was expecting, but I really wasn't expecting an old man sitting in languid peace... Continue Reading →

Plain Pancakes and Some Such

Tomato became a comfort fruit way back in college, I think. We used to go to my childhood friend's house after college (which I detested, by the way) and make Maggi noodles in a chopped tomato and red chilli powder simmer. It was a dish my childhood friend made for us for many years every... Continue Reading →

All This Language

While washing my hands today, I was thinking who can I go to, who will listen to me talk about the hurt in my heart? As if I had never thought of this before my mind told me to come to this blog. I had completely forgotten about the presence of my blog in my... Continue Reading →

Three Poems

Sunday Afternoons are Escaping The Sunday afternoon dips its toes quietly in rose water and stays there looking at the purple flowers escaping from stories inside books. They overstayed in their desire to be found and when no one came, slipped away to find new homes, peeping into this poem, that mosque, this hill where... Continue Reading →

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