To Friend or To Parent
I mull over why friending is better than parenting, even though it is not easier.
The P-word—Pride
My case for renaming “pride” to “the p-word”.
Interpretation
So, I answered this question on Quora, “What is the shortest sad story you can come up with?” with She waited for him. Forever. When I first thought of it, I loved the fact that it can be interpreted in many ways. Of course, didn’t want to explain it there, so here goes – She…
Triumph
Amazing, how all through your life, it’s only your family that you know right from the beginning. The rest are people who were strangers with names that meant nothing to you, but for the fact that they came to you repeatedly. Then, that name moulds from an unknown-just-another name to a recognizable face to an…
romancing the nightmare
At the brink of your sleepless nights, you reach a thought that is real, but has a touch of surreal to it. You can’t dismiss it, because it is a lure. It wants you to touch it, feel it, smell it. It wants you to sit with it and see it through. But, you know…
Belief
No, not the religious kind. Neither the one in self. The ones that we have convinced ourselves as “truth”s. “Reality”. What is it made up of? One incident. Two points of view. Or a hundred. A hundred truths. Or a hundred and first which takes a bit from each of the hundred? The stereotypes. The…
21 years ago, I’d want to say to myself
Live. Let live. Learn. Let learn. Not every problem is for you to solve. Not everybody’s problems are for you to solve. Dad is right. Not always. People are nice. Not always. And it’s ok. Yet, when people tell you they love you, believe them. Kiss. Experiment. You don’t know what you are missing. Loosen…
Color
I’d like to see people have a little more color. In what we wear, there’s beige and blue. Let’s bring in a little more hue. In how we are born, black, brown, yellow or white. Can we be born colorless? In the religion that conditions us, orange, green, white, and all. Surely, this can blend…