My first recollection of the word home was a V upside down over my head. I was 3 and it was kindergarten. That was enough for me. When I was 4 I learnt the word house. And the phrase ‘Home Sweet Home’. And my curiosity got the better of me. Why didn’t the phrase say... Continue Reading →
G for Gratitude
I almost crashed today. Yes. Yesterday, my status said, “I think I need to stretch myself a little.” And I guess someone up there was listening and he fulfilled my prayer! There was no way in hell that a human being can do the amount of work I have done today in the time span... Continue Reading →
F for Frenemies
Oh, they are there everywhere And they can be a potential scare. They smile politely and are nice But being wary is wise. They wear suits and they wear blazers But they yield swords and razors. You’ll never know what they are plotting Probably every move; down, they are jotting. The sweet smile might be... Continue Reading →
E for Excellence
What is excellence? A German once visited a temple under construction where he saw a sculptor making and idol of God. Suddenly he noticed a similar idol lying nearby. Surprised, he asked the sculptor, “Do you need two statues of the same idol?” “No,” said the sculptor without looking up, ”We need only one, but... Continue Reading →
D for Dilemma
On a December day, as I dwell on my disability to decide the direction of my discussion, I feel like a damsel in distress. Do I discuss the Great Depression or describe in detail the dainty daffodils and the dashing dandelions in the dale? Do I discuss the diagnosis of Down’s syndrome and Darsheel’s dyslexia... Continue Reading →
C for Conversations
Casually I walked into the room. I sat down on a wooden chair. That’s what I liked most about this place– its furniture. It reminded me of a far off place. A place that existed when I did not. I ordered the usual and looked out of the window. I saw the world passing by.... Continue Reading →
B for Boredom
Honestly, I am so bored to even write this post. Bored to put pen to paper (yes, those things still exist) and bored to string words. In the last one year my life has been pretty exciting. Pretty good. Touchwood. And 3 days of boredom is more than what I can take. Yeah, in the... Continue Reading →
A for Amour
I want to be the song that touches your lips each day I want to be the breeze that rushes through your hair I want to be the sunshine to brighten up your hours I want to be Betty on the cover on that comic book of yours I want to be the prayer that... Continue Reading →
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