Aapko Chahiye?
or ‘Things people are not telling you about kids, so you make more’ an essay Babyr yelled at a neighbor for not inviting her to his wedding, …
I am Orange
R and I have been going for 5pm walks everyday. It has been a month and now we have gone from being 2 to a gang of …
Trying to bathe in peace: my life in metaphors
Imagine this: you oiled your hair with a mix of walnut, castor, coconut, flex seed and almond oil. Yes, you are a self-care goddess. You enter the …
Diwalis are dissonant.
Diyas and lanterns are the stuff of my soul. I am ever so thankful for family and friends coming together with the soul aim of making merry …
Boring banado ji ab is raatko
I had a normal day after a long time. Like nothing overwhelming happened. There were no cancers, no deaths, no CT scans or arm slings or baby …
Homeward
Things at home are heavy. Hospitals seem to drag themselves home. It is difficult to think about anything but cancer and babyR’s violent attention seeking behaviour. But …
Entertaining myself- Losing my mind
Mumma yells at me for baking and then finishes all my cinnamon rolls leaving none for my coffee accomplishment, she also tells me to marry any male, …
Voices outside my room
I don’t find in me the energy to do much, so I listen a lot and my favorite voices are: Mumma and babyr playing doctor-doctor “Madam stomach …
Quarantine Diary: v / To-do
I did some things in the past 2 months that I would never have done/cannot imagine myself doing if not for life altering events like pandemics. I …
Quarantine Diary: iv / Free hugs
I once fell in love with a boy for the way he hugged. His hugs felt like melting chocolate, it’s smell and everything, like I feel after …