The walk around the hills.

a walk shared between her and him.

Chinese cricket fever

an evening where couples chose between Chinese food and cricket finals.

The darkness within

“If you see me go into that state, please hold my hand. I’ll be fine then.” A more self-aware statement had not been heard from D in a long time. All the anger, rage, mania, distilled into one tremendously tender realisation. It happened when he was alone. ‘It’ was a place where D may have

Prayers for a father

When a friend’s father dies…

Friendship @ Undo, coffee & Sinatra.

a friendship story with a unique soul.

Of anonymous bow-bows and meow-meows

What is keeping us here?

Non-conversations

When conversations become contests.

In the moment

Words cut through clutter.

Colour me young

Colouring your hair.

Lenses

I again spoke to a friend with whom i had a major disagreement a few days ago. Both of us realised that we had seen the same thing and yet, come to different conclusions that felt like an attack on each other. “Sorry,” was said multiple times.