“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 haveContinue reading “The darkness within”
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Beauty on the beach – I
She was barely 3-4 year old. She didn’t care about the picnicking folks or the sea or the pets. She was most obsessed with the soft balloons in her hands.
Frida moment
I thought maybe she couldn’t see the book and moved sideways so it lay opened up to S. Not a sound.
Family biryani
If I start throwing fast,
You can’t catch the ball speedily.