poetry Six Months to Numb Your Senses. {poetry} It wasn’t easy, but six months on, I can safely say that I can now think of my father without the tears rolling uncontrollably. Continue Reading
poetry My Home Is the River. {poetry} "May there be no hurdles," I pray. "May my home find its way. May it reach its destination," I chant an incantation. "Om Namah Shivaya." Continue Reading
poetry Branches: Trying to Find Reason Behind This Madness. {poetry} As I tried to find reason behind what had happened, something within me clicked. All the sorrow I felt in my heart changed into gratitude. Continue Reading
poetry When We Can Do Nothing Else, We Wait. {poetry} We wait for the world to go back to normal, to be able to meet and greet each other like old times, to be able to breathe freely. Continue Reading
poetry Acceptance: The Act of Jettisoning. {poetry} Acceptance is the key to healing and surviving. It demands honesty about one’s failures, abilities, weaknesses, situations and mistakes. Continue Reading
poetry I Cannot Tell the Difference. {poetry} I found no difference in the killing of eight-year-old Kathua in Kashmir and 23-year-old Nirbhaya in Delhi. Which one was worse, I do not know. Continue Reading