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 →
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 →
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 →
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 →
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 →
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 →
One of my plants dried up a week ago and now I find myself talking to it, saying that it’s going to be alright, providing it the nourishment it needs, and telling it to hang out with its friends beside it. I know that this is an attempt towards reconciliation, towards hope. Metaphor, these days,... Continue Reading →
God, Hermes and Star by Zbigniew HerbertFour New Stories by Lorrie MooreSelf Help by Lorrie MooreDrive Your Plow Over the Bones of the Dead by Olga TokarczukStudy of the Object by Zbigniew HerbertAnagrams by Lorrie MooreLost Connections by Johann HariCity of Girls by Elizabeth GilbertTin Man by Sarah WinmanBritt-Marie Was Here by Fredrik BackmanSmall Days... Continue Reading →
