June 16, 2016

Time to come home

I am so many There is the me that I was born with A rendition of existence’s perfection That was, and didn’t want to become. My quintessential self. Soon enough it gave birth to Many more of it. The self that was never good enough, However hard it tried. The self that squeezed its heart inside, At the pettiest of things. And the self that berated it for doing such. The self that grew like a bamboo when left unchecked And built equally big castle walls on its outside That self that was all it could see Which when shattered, […]
May 16, 2016

An excerpt from my book ‘I made a booboo’

It takes you some time to adjust to the fact that your newborn doesn’t look like the chubby bubbies you see in Pampers commercials. He may grow into one sooner than you can imagine. That is when you will feel that yours is the cutest baby that has ever been produced by mankind, period. But right when he is born, he has a giant head full of cradle cap—which is something like sticky dandruff but a lot worse, fuzzy hair all over his body, an off-centre chin, a barely there neck—that a person who has never seen an infant up close will never remember to […]
April 19, 2016

What are we going to be today?

It is funny how some words imply things that are beyond their meanings. One such word is ‘proud’. It is so complete a word, that if you say you are proud of something or someone, that really is all you need to say. You don’t need to use any other sentence to show your admiration further. It is also a word that puffs your chest up and gives you goosebumps. Whenever my father used that for me, saying that he was proud of me when I won a competition at school, it made me float in another sky with wide […]