And when I close my eyes, I see it still—the only place that ever felt truly constant, the house that held my nani, and in her arms, me.
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My Mother
I sat on bed after dinner today as I watched my mother doing some chores she always does, organising a shelf next to the kitchen or brewing tea sometimes. I have never observed her this keenly before. A middle aged woman definitely in her 50s, limping a little at every step, strands of hair floating… Continue reading My Mother
Dearest All-seeing
Years do come and go, and while we await new beginnings each thirty-first december, some years leave a longing. 2024 for me was one such year. When I sit to reflect back today, all I feel is tranquil.
For my future self
Jan’2024 Feel like writing something today, after a great deal of time. It’s been a long break from penning down whatever comes to mind. And aren’t hobbies supposed to be this way? To spend time with oneself whenever leisure cups of tea find you in a corner. Not that I didn’t find spaces of introspection… Continue reading For my future self
Hands
An observation.
Homes
How intimate is your connection with your home?
Stars
Sometimes, life becomes so complex that we expect at least the lines of a poem to stay simple.
Ukiyo
It is surreal when you hear someone praise you but not so much when you realize it wasn't probably you in the first place, just time that day, playing with your words and actions which you might or might not approve as your past or future self.
The Last of You
The last of you was lovable and I am sure the present of you is too and I know all your versions are.
What Is It?
I get life. I know shit happens.
Real&Raw 