At one point they were standing outside the house of an old man who ran the garage where they had sought help. The house was doused in the glow of a small yellow light. The man's wife was frail and yet she filled the house. Their son had just come home. This was a small... Continue Reading →
Earlier this week, I found myself completely unstitched, and then sewed up back again by the end of it. While trying to keep up, I thought of Kintsugi and what it would mean to glue our broken souls with liquid gold. If we could see souls, all of us would be walking skies with glowing... Continue Reading →
The other day, I was looking at my mother not as her daughter, but just as a woman. I looked at her long and hard and wondered what made her marry when she did. As a woman, what were her expectations? Was she scared? And then she caught me looking at her, so I snapped... Continue Reading →
There have been times when those three words couldn't hold up on their own. They had to be supplemented with promises of transcendence from this life to the next. They had to be said every night like a flossing ritual. They had to be reminded of by using them as a salve after a bruise... Continue Reading →
With his smile, he re-arranged everything that was once lost, forgotten and abandoned inside me. I just didn't notice it. I was looking deep into his eyes.
They didn't say anything about wrapping love and keeping it aside. Or if they did, she must have missed the memo. Because all she had ever known was to squander her affections on people who crossed her lives, and left souvenirs behind. She didn't collect them, of course, but they were there, reminders of what she had given away, and... Continue Reading →
...has it become so difficult to tell people that you love them?
His eyes are small. He doesn't look like he walks much. Neither does he look like he talks a lot. His face isn't one that you can read and know stories of how long he pored over his work to get it right. Or how his faint wrinkles show long hours of reading. You can't... Continue Reading →
You're in a train. You're in an auto. You're at work. You wake up while you can. You're in a fleeting moment of serenity. You're in a phase of waiting. You're waiting for the dusk to fall. You're waiting for someone inside you to come home. You're in a bus. You're in traffic. You're in... Continue Reading →