grief

POETRY / Lone house around the bend

Your grief rots the decades old paint and the lakhri no one bothered to replace. Even across the road, it reeks of death.

POETRY / Colours

Echoes of your voice ring in my ears / As the world turns scarlet in front of my eyes

POETRY / No longer eighteen

like a caterpillar cocooned into its shell undergoing metamorphosis—growing up sneaks up to you whether you want it or not

POETRY / Losing An Arm

It said, my body was no longer needed. / “This is the age of freedom. Let me go, and explore.”

Book Review: Fiction / Western Lane: Grief unfolding on squash court

There is more squash in the book than most readers will take a liking to, but the game sometimes works as a metaphor for the bigger picture.

CREATIVE NONFICTION / The graveyard in Banani

Love is the enormous mango tree growing directly from an ancient grave, so old that no headstone remains at all.

‘Barn’s burnt down – now I can see the moon’

I write this column with some hesitation, since many may regard it a bit preachy or elitist.

Dealing with the grief of losing a loved one

The bond between us was unusual; Abbu and I. It was rather whimsical, like magic. For we were never vocal about how much we meant to each other. I never ran up to him as soon as I heard his footsteps coming home; neither did I ever lean against his chest for a warm embrace like most girls do. It was only the kindly, occasional pats on my head and that was all; enough to make me feel like the luckiest girl alive: a daddy’s girl.

Experiencing the five stages of grief as a gamer during load shedding

Gamers operate on a different league of insanity when their monitors suddenly go dark in front of their eyes.

July 13, 2024
July 13, 2024

Lone house around the bend

Your grief rots the decades old paint and the lakhri no one bothered to replace. Even across the road, it reeks of death.

July 6, 2024
July 6, 2024

Colours

Echoes of your voice ring in my ears / As the world turns scarlet in front of my eyes

June 1, 2024
June 1, 2024

No longer eighteen

like a caterpillar cocooned into its shell undergoing metamorphosis—growing up sneaks up to you whether you want it or not

December 18, 2023
December 18, 2023

Losing An Arm

It said, my body was no longer needed. / “This is the age of freedom. Let me go, and explore.”

September 24, 2023
September 24, 2023

Western Lane: Grief unfolding on squash court

There is more squash in the book than most readers will take a liking to, but the game sometimes works as a metaphor for the bigger picture.

September 1, 2023
September 1, 2023

The graveyard in Banani

Love is the enormous mango tree growing directly from an ancient grave, so old that no headstone remains at all.

June 15, 2023
June 15, 2023

‘Barn’s burnt down – now I can see the moon’

I write this column with some hesitation, since many may regard it a bit preachy or elitist.

November 30, 2022
November 30, 2022

Dealing with the grief of losing a loved one

The bond between us was unusual; Abbu and I. It was rather whimsical, like magic. For we were never vocal about how much we meant to each other. I never ran up to him as soon as I heard his footsteps coming home; neither did I ever lean against his chest for a warm embrace like most girls do. It was only the kindly, occasional pats on my head and that was all; enough to make me feel like the luckiest girl alive: a daddy’s girl.

October 23, 2022
October 23, 2022

Experiencing the five stages of grief as a gamer during load shedding

Gamers operate on a different league of insanity when their monitors suddenly go dark in front of their eyes.

August 11, 2021
August 11, 2021

Self-care during mourning phase

There is of course no way to reduce this pain at that very moment and the void created by the passing of a dear one can never be filled. Yet, life must go on and we have to move on.