Dearest Dad, I don't believe I could ever have enough, or the right, words to present as a tribute to you. After all, how could I give a form to all the unconditional love we carry for each other. While it would never be entirely possible to write about what I feel for you, let's [...]
These pictures were taken during that trip, from a camera she had gifted me. Partly because photography seemed to take my mind away from the impending doom and partly because a part of me was still hopeful she'd live and we'd look back to these pictures and smile together. Soon after, she passed away (24th August, 2010) and I stopped taking pictures since my life had reduced to surviving every single breath. I had kept them in wraps since. Never showed them to anyone.
That was always her measure of the genuineness of a smile. She and her best friend once had a conversation where she had claimed she could pick all the genuine smiles in the hall. "How?" her best friend asked. "It's simple. A true smile reflects in the eyes." she would answer.
Call me crazy. Call me wind, Call me mad. Call me a gypsy soul, Call me a nomad!
Have you ever looked death in the eye. Did you notice how diseased, frail and weak it is? Did you notice how it couldn't look you back in the eye? Did you see how it wanted to apologize, to say sorry? Did you notice, it itself was tired. Too tired. Begging for forgiveness. Fragile. Weak. [...]
I was a good child. Never too demanding. A rather caring one. As I grew up, that trait became more of an instinct. I would know when someone was going through a hard time. I would know when someone was hiding a dark secret. I would know when someone had cried the night before. I [...]
Hello, everyone. I'm finally making a post after quite a while. This time, it'll be slightly different. Let me know by whatever means what you think about it! Peace. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FM2-F1ZSaSs
That is the funny thing about people. They are always obsessed with the idea of you, your apparent perfection, what you are in their heads; smooth, glistening and without a fault. But as soon as the see the breach, a slit, a tear, a wound - they start taking backward steps. Like a customer really [...]
Back in 2010, when my mother passed away due to cancer, I decided to start posting my poems and pieces online. Barely 5 percent of anything I wrote made it online, but that's still a lot. Read more about my Mom here.. I made a Facebook page, specifically for sharing what I wrote but then changed [...]
Today I complete my 5 years of being on this amazing platform. Can say without a doubt it's often been an only outlet for bottled up expressions, pain and frustrations! Cheers to anyone reading this. Peace. ✌