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 →

A 3-month haiku run

Around this time in 2016, I was struggling to keep up with a daily writing routine as other commitments took charge of my day. So I was thinking of doing something different with words as a part of my free writing schedule. Often, when writing students would ask for advice on how to improve on... Continue Reading →

Why everyone should learn to write well

Without written communication, language would be lost in a dark alley trying to find its way back. The ability to construct sentences that are clear, concise, and easy to comprehend, is underrated and rare. In this post-literate world that we live in, the written word has more value than it ever did before. The internet... 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 →

Travel Telltales 

Travel to me is road trips. Rocky roads and really long drives. A car trunk flooded with luggage, and some more in the rear seat. And by the feet. And on the lap. How it all fit into our little car, I'll never know. I've been traveling for as far back as I can remember.... 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 →

Spectacle(s)

Each night Her vision grew indistinct Smudged with soot Smeared with smoke Beclouded by gloomy fog As the thick rims came off. After some fumbling And clumsy toe-stubs She would reach out To turn the last lamp off In a failed attempt To function Without help Without clarity Without glasses. The eyelids dropped Like iron... Continue Reading →

Writing

She wrote of war Boxed in Within the four walls Of her book-filled room. She spoke of death Like she knew Something about it That others were blind to. Her frail body supported Her eyes, bold and fierce As she embraced the grey In a world of black and white. With her words alone Drop... Continue Reading →

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