grief
POETRY / Lone house around the bend
Your grief rots the decades old paint and the lakhri no one bothered to replace. Even across the road, it reeks of death.
POETRY / Colours
Echoes of your voice ring in my ears / As the world turns scarlet in front of my eyes
POETRY / No longer eighteen
like a caterpillar cocooned into its shell undergoing metamorphosis—growing up sneaks up to you whether you want it or not
POETRY / Losing An Arm
It said, my body was no longer needed. / “This is the age of freedom. Let me go, and explore.”
Book Review: Fiction / Western Lane: Grief unfolding on squash court
There is more squash in the book than most readers will take a liking to, but the game sometimes works as a metaphor for the bigger picture.
CREATIVE NONFICTION / The graveyard in Banani
Love is the enormous mango tree growing directly from an ancient grave, so old that no headstone remains at all.
‘Barn’s burnt down – now I can see the moon’
I write this column with some hesitation, since many may regard it a bit preachy or elitist.
Dealing with the grief of losing a loved one
The bond between us was unusual; Abbu and I. It was rather whimsical, like magic. For we were never vocal about how much we meant to each other. I never ran up to him as soon as I heard his footsteps coming home; neither did I ever lean against his chest for a warm embrace like most girls do. It was only the kindly, occasional pats on my head and that was all; enough to make me feel like the luckiest girl alive: a daddy’s girl.
Experiencing the five stages of grief as a gamer during load shedding
Gamers operate on a different league of insanity when their monitors suddenly go dark in front of their eyes.
Lone house around the bend
Your grief rots the decades old paint and the lakhri no one bothered to replace. Even across the road, it reeks of death.
Colours
Echoes of your voice ring in my ears / As the world turns scarlet in front of my eyes
No longer eighteen
like a caterpillar cocooned into its shell undergoing metamorphosis—growing up sneaks up to you whether you want it or not
Losing An Arm
It said, my body was no longer needed. / “This is the age of freedom. Let me go, and explore.”
Western Lane: Grief unfolding on squash court
There is more squash in the book than most readers will take a liking to, but the game sometimes works as a metaphor for the bigger picture.
The graveyard in Banani
Love is the enormous mango tree growing directly from an ancient grave, so old that no headstone remains at all.
‘Barn’s burnt down – now I can see the moon’
I write this column with some hesitation, since many may regard it a bit preachy or elitist.
Dealing with the grief of losing a loved one
The bond between us was unusual; Abbu and I. It was rather whimsical, like magic. For we were never vocal about how much we meant to each other. I never ran up to him as soon as I heard his footsteps coming home; neither did I ever lean against his chest for a warm embrace like most girls do. It was only the kindly, occasional pats on my head and that was all; enough to make me feel like the luckiest girl alive: a daddy’s girl.
Experiencing the five stages of grief as a gamer during load shedding
Gamers operate on a different league of insanity when their monitors suddenly go dark in front of their eyes.
Self-care during mourning phase
There is of course no way to reduce this pain at that very moment and the void created by the passing of a dear one can never be filled. Yet, life must go on and we have to move on.
