June 23, 2016

Is there anything like loving too much?

I always wondered what it is about motherhood that really hurts. Like someone’s pulling the insides of your heart together. The sucking in of your stomach when you say those awws. The stopping of your breath when you get the world’s biggest hug from your child after a long day at work. The nostalgia that swamps you when you look back at his baby videos. The sighs you heave unconsciously when you stumble upon that tiny onesie he could once fit in, the one you now bury your face in to see if it still has the same baby smell. […]
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 […]