The night’s silence enveloped her. She snuggled in to its warmth. Every thing was still and quiet. She was with her self. Calm. Connected. On a date with her I. Me talking to me.
Did you know, her scribbles can speak too? I realised this, while browsing through my office diary, which had fallen pray to my daughter’s crayons last night.
There is a corner inside me. Its quiet. Calm. Serene. I see life pass by through its glass windows. In slow motion. A place where the world’s noise do not reach me
She was 9. He was 13. They were married for 70 years. He passed away. She lost her best friend. Her kitchen aide, her prayer partner
Death is common. Death is expected. But then why is Death still so scary? She makes you possessive. She makes you feel guilty
We gave up. We broke up. We set each other free. But we could not stop loving. The anguish, the pain, the loss of a dream so precious was unbearable. And so scary.
Editor’s Choice: Suga would begin my day by pecking me on both cheeks and screeching loudly. He would utter the most unheard of curses at me
So, with dejected shoulders and a bowed head, I admit that what I did was wrong. So wrong. Who leaves a wailing 1.5 month old child and runs away?
Little S had always been the apple of every one’s eyes. Being the only child in a huge family of aunts, uncles and a home constantly buzzing with visiting relatives
May be she should wait up and give Mummy a surprise. Sleepy eyes twinkled brightly. Oooh yes! That would be fun! She and Mummy could spend some precious quiet moments