In the moment

Words cut through clutter.

Colour me young

Colouring your hair.

Flashbacks: From Shloka to Roshni – Part II

It was pitch dark. The first few steps and my foot banged a table. Ouch! A lighter flashed in that light.

Flashbacks: From Shloka to Roshni – Part I

It was one of those restaurants that service both families and men who enjoy a drink.

An exercise in letting go

I shift focus to what I want to do. I move to places where there is balance, finding sense in my moments, making them concise and precise. I breathe. “Just do that,” I tell myself.

Nestled

A memory nestles in me.