#IdeaStory: Mermaid
You learnt to float, she yells,
ducking under him smoothly.
When she surfaces,
he’s walking on the water.
Away.
You learnt to float, she yells,
ducking under him smoothly.
When she surfaces,
he’s walking on the water.
Away.
You tell me this is what it means to loveYou say that is love, this is lovingYou point me to poetryas a dictionary for the love languageAnd therapy terminologyto dissect this feeling These my friend,are conversations about love,Not love itself(And note, that I call you ‘friend’,not ‘my love’)Because I’ve read…
The first week of June spells pre-monsoon showers in Mumbai.
I was burrowing through my closet the other day. Buried beneath the long-forgotten scarves and shawls and tee-shirts, I found an album. Just before he left for his first trip back home to Delhi, he asked me, What shall I get you from there? And I said. Yourself. Lots of yourself….
Kim’s Convenience asks, “Do they treat you well?”. I wish someone had thought to ask me that. The question has affection and no saviour complex.
I am there if you ever need to talk. And remember, I can keep a secret! She smiled a warm goodbye thinking, Yes, I would trust you if I had a secretIn fact I almost wish I had one right now,Just so I could share it with you What an…
All that noise and gunfire and the sound of grown men weeping? That’s just the sound of someone getting his just desserts.