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An Update…
It has been more than three months since I last posted anything out here. A lot has happened since that post. I have lived a lifetime and died a million deaths. Over the last few months, I had shared glimpses of my daughter’s and our journey as she fought a rare and aggressive sarcoma called… Continue reading
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To Be Free
To be able to speak one’s mind. ‘No!’ ‘I don’t agree.’ ‘I don’t like that.’ ‘No, I won’t!’ To be without excuses without explanations without apologies. Is that what it means to be free? To be able to express rage, in words that say just what they mean. And then… move on. No pent-up emotions… Continue reading
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Morning Walk
I know we have not met. But I know you. Head held high, airpods in, Gap tracks on, arms swinging. Walking. Walking resolutely every day. Every day, before you reach the metro station we walk by each other. I am the one huffing by. Hidden silvery scars stretching across my skin Like a galaxy’s arms… Continue reading
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The Road Was A Rainbow
I am writing my note at the start of my post instead of at the end as usual. This is a slightly longer missive than usual. This short story is nearly 3,000 words long, but hopefully a breeze to read. Hope you like it. On other fronts – I am on book number 12 in… Continue reading
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Today, She Gets to Play
Romance has begun anew. Lying gentle and bright on a bed of tender laps moving in and out of the Arabian bay. Madness bubbles in minds laughter escapes lips milk spilled on waves as night melts into day, The full moon has her way. The sea smiles. Draped in a blanket of light, Flung, not… Continue reading
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Motherhood – And You Are Angry
And you are angry at her for being careless and silly You are angry because you wanted to write and now… and now, after a whole day spent being mum, when you desperately wanted to write, you have to be mum for another half an hour. You are angry because you feel this way. You… Continue reading
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All That I Want…
A beautiful old wooden table with scratches smoothened by age. T’s heart shot through with an arrow shot by J, jostling for space with 25.8.1973. a butterfly and a faded pyramid. My journal on top, waiting for me to pen secrets, hopes, poems, petty thoughts, and some lonely stories. Five cubby holes to stack paper… Continue reading
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White Lies
It started with a lie… a tiny white lie. I console myself, ‘no one else is hurt.’ Anyway, never again, I tell myself. The lie resides in my yesteryears. Now, I am in the future. My tomorrows have morphed to the present. Time turning slowly to dust. I have made peace with truth withheld, or… Continue reading
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