It’s a story I could not tell before, my tongue tied by a delicate bow of velvet grief So smooth against my heart for the last decade that I hardly noticed the crack in it as much, the bow covering my entire heart, crack and all. That I almost forgot. Reminded only and often by […]
I have missed writing. So much more than I ever thought possible. I haven’t laid a pen to paper since Attika passed away. No wonder I felt that I had lost a bit of myself during the last two years. I was moving my stuff today as I prepare for my post-graduate life, and I found […]
Word-Experimentalist
Stress Less and Live Free
If you want to be a hero well just follow me
Love, Loss, and Life's Adventures
The heart harries the mind to tarry; only dead fish go with the flow
The dream is free; the hustle is sold separately
Tales of humour, whimsy and courgettes
mkhana in transit 