Is my safety a privilege?

I consider myself privileged in many areas of life. Being born into a wealthy family, being given a good education, and therefore being equipped to not only function but also succeed in the modern world. Many people, especially women, do not have such luxuries. One of the signs of privilege is to be able to... Continue Reading →

Yellow-paged love

I find you to be demanding today. Demanding to be eternally read and remembered, while thousands more continue to be born and bred, taking up shelves in bookshops and libraries that I may never get to see, touch or smell. Pages unflipped, will yellow before the dust settles. I find you to be wanting today.... Continue Reading →

Of Light and Change

Things are changing. I can feel it in the air. I can see it through the mellow light. It is that weird time of the year before winter sets in. As the sunrays seep into the cracks in my wall, I welcome the light. The soft, soothing kind that pacifies the anxious, comforts the distressed.... Continue Reading →

Three walls and a curtain (4)

A.. B.. C.. D.. E.. Blink. A.. B.. C.. D.. Blink. I recite the entire alphabet over and over and wait for the eyes to blink. My voice trembles the first time. I've never felt so desperate. Letter by letter, blink by blink, we form words. We slowly put disparate words in context, trying to... Continue Reading →

Between

Are you out of pain? Is your mind clear? Your heart free? Do you grow and age? I often wonder. Do you hear the fights? We lack your strength, your resolve. We are still finding our way. Do you watch over us? I often wonder. Do you recall memories? Have you moved on? We haven't,... Continue Reading →

Reading, Writing and Growing Up

My grandmother was a collector. She collected stamps, coins, postcards, letters, souvenirs, photographs, diaries and books. I was not allowed to touch any of that. At the most, she'd let me play with her jar of coins under supervision. But her books were never off limits. They were mine for the taking. She was an... Continue Reading →

Categorical Friendship

Friendship is a strange strange thing. People associate it with values like happiness, love, closeness and success. To have friends is a big social positive and to be friendless is to be an outsider, a misfit. Like everything in the world, friendship is hierarchical. Best friends are seated at the top of the pyramid. The... Continue Reading →

In Memoriam

There is little satisfaction in communicating without speech. Some things just need to be said. In her last days, my grandmother ceased to speak. She would nod, look around some times, pass on a smile too. But not utter a word. I wondered whether she chose not to speak. Whether she was content with expression.... Continue Reading →

628 (3)

"It's okay. It is. Okay?" Peering behind curtains, searching for a face. I have 5 minutes. Tick tock tick tock. A lungful of intoxicating smell. I've known this face for longer than I can remember. He's half asleep. I could just stand here, forever. I touch his shoulder, not knowing if he would respond to... Continue Reading →

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