Subtle Hints
These hints of yearning, of kinship, of trust and kindness, why do they hurt so much more than the words?
Understanding Homophobia
Some time ago I was at the receiving end of the unsolicited and unreciprocated attentions of stranger. At 30, I’ve learnt to deal with such situations, practically on auto-pilot. What made this situation different was that this time, there was a woman at the other end. The details of the…
Broken Verses-Kamila Shamsie : A Moody Beauty From Across The Border
Broken Verses by Kamila Shamsie My rating: 4 of 5 stars It took me over a week to read this book, twice of what I’d normally have taken. This is because I’d linger over a phrase, a paragraph and often go back and read the whole page all over again….
Annie-Mal & A Girl Called Chris
I’m drawn to my memories of certain books that once possessed me. This one reminded me of a girl I once knew.
I Am Jill’s Unfulfilled Desire
“Have I changed?” He was older, heavier-set, slightly balder. Success adding an unshakeable tower of confidence to the foundation of arrogance that he had always possessed. She took all of this in before pronouncing her verdict. “You’re Jack, ten years later.” “Better or worse?” Ten years was a long time….
I Am Jill ‘s Spare Tyre
Epilogue: I’m picking up a series I began a good while ago called ‘I Am Jill’. Those of you who didn’t recognize the reference, it’s inspired by the line “I am Jack’s cold sweat” from the movie Fight Club. ~O~O~O~O~O~O~ The long journey from nursery to rhymes was fraught with…
Locked Heart
You cannot make someone love you. No matter how wonderful, talented, beautiful, fabulous, kind, generous or successful you are. It’s an immutable law of nature. Because the heart that is locked, contains its own key within it. Discovering that is every person’s individual quest and no one else has any…
Looking For Peace
I sat on the grass for a long time. It felt like it, as I breathed every second that passed. Even the quest for peace is unfamiliar.
Ideart: Good Karma, Bad Medicine
A few days earlier I had a thought. The words Good karma, bad medicine just formed themselves in my head. I can’t quite explain the thought. It was one of those ideas that just showed itself and vanished before I fully explore it further. It still sounded interesting. I put…
Tiny Tales: Bitter Coffee
The Corner Coffeeshop was open for business but its traffic was at a lull. It was too early in the evening for the post-work crowd, too late for the students and AC-enjoying unemployed to be hanging around. Outside, the sun had gone down but that curious combination of atmospheric density…