A childhood friend is an imprint we can never erase from our lives. We may drift apart, not see each other for all our adult lives but when we think who our friends are, their faces always pop up.… Continue Reading
Crying for candies, getting it stuck to my hair, dropping it on the ground, washing the dirt off, popping it back in the mouth, hiding it under the pillow, wake up and check if it is still there, fighting with… Continue Reading
On many warm afternoons, I would sit at a neighbor’s front yard, Alone on a wooden bench, that had a shine from excessive use.
Summer vacation was just a mere two weeks keeping in mind that schools remained close for two whole months in winter. I never minded this arrangement after all who wants to have school works during the festive season and also,… Continue Reading
Behind our house used to be a guava tree, Where my brother and I often sat for free. Leaning against its cool creamish trunk, We would chatter and sing till the sun sunk. Sometimes we helped peel its exhausted barks… Continue Reading
My sister and I were walking back home after visiting some relatives and on the way, she told me that she would cut my hair because my long hair was starting to absorb the growth of my body and preventing… Continue Reading
One of my earliest childhood memories is of my Mother threatening me that she wouldn’t take me anywhere if I didn’t talk to people. I don’t remember promising her anything but she would take me out anyway and I would… Continue Reading