I just woke up dreaming that I was writing a blog post. You know how it is – when there is something compelling that needs to be done and you’re so lazy that your brain makes up stories and fools you into thinking you’ve done it. I’ve been fooled a lot many times. Throughout school, I would dream that I was getting up, brushing my teeth and getting ready for school only to wake up with a jolt at my father’s loud exclamation and realise that I had only 15 minutes left to do all that before the school bus arrived.
“I dreamt that I was ready”, I would shout, half-apologetically, half-incredulously, as I made my way to the bathroom hastily avoiding my parents’ gaze and an odd hand frozen in the air mid-strike.
Continue reading “The Interlude Between Death and Laughter”
Someone I knew died the day before.
Someone I knew
Briefly, for a day,
Quietly, of age, at peace,
The day before.
Continue reading “Someone I Knew Died The Day Before”
S talks about how he has always felt unlovable, and all I can wonder is, doesn’t everyone? Is it not normal to be so caught up in your own flaws, and be so insecure that all you can do is be constantly flabbergasted by the foolishness of everyone around you to care the way they do? To wait and wait for them to discover your true essense and leave you once and for all, so that you too can finally muster the courage to leave yourself.
Continue reading “Running”
To love or not
To hate or not
To run or not
To stay or not
Change beckons with an empty hand,
And I falter, as I pre-meditate,
Continue reading “The Line”
Two years ago, when I first started this blog, I wrote a piece that I still believe to be one of my finest. It was about our dog, Brownie, Browns for short. He was sick at the time, on the verge of dying, but came back miraculously due to Mother’s care. Last week, he finally passed after 13 long years – eons in our reckoning, for we cannot remember a time without him. As I watched him being laid to rest in a small hole dug up in our backyard, I couldn’t help but wonder.. How is it that it is the tiny ones that take up the most space in our hearts?
I am re-posting the same now in his memory.
Continue reading “The Little Brown Ball of Joy – Remembered”