Ma,I remember you telling somebodyI write for fun.I know..Probably you were scaredthat they just like you,would be afraid of a girl who writes,a girl who inhales words like air. But Ma,you may already know,writing for mewas never just a diversion.It was never“Now I have some time,So I will write”Writing for me was survival.It for me was holding on,a plea to […]
What do you call a book that flows like a river from beginning to end, what do you call one that is painfully beautiful that your heart bleeds everytime you read the word, ‘Ma’ ? ” I don’t know if you’re happy, Ma. I never asked.” “Ma, you once told me that memory is a choice. But if you were […]
“You are not in love with me, are you?”, He asks me with his mischievous smirk. Really not the best time to ask, I think to myself. I am dressed in glorious red, a color that could equally mean pain and passion. I am like a house lit up for diwali not really sure how to handle the inevitable darkness […]