The sweet street child and the lost mother.

The child was not more than 6. He was looking at me repeatedly with hope. I wanted to take out something from my bag and give him something. But then I realised; I don’t have anything in my bag, not even a pen to offer. I looked at…

Learning to Fight Back

As far as I remember, I was labelled as the “obedient child” a little bit early in life. An obedient child is aptly rewarded for good behaviour. Even as a child one tends to understand that one has to exhibit proper behaviour, which mostly meant “Just keep…

Revisiting the Past.

Making a journey to the past, revisiting it. The journey to the past would be only constrained by the memories (of happiness and sadness). reconstructing it with new adult perspectives and reinforcing the relationships which were meant to be broken and healing them by thought. The past shouldn’t…

Advise to son: on women

If you are rich, the woman will agree to be your mistress, muse, companion or anything you want her to be. But if you are poor, she will want to get married to you, have lot of kids and make you even poorer. Dad.…

Daddy dont cry

Today I stumbled from my bed With thunder crashing in my head My pillow still wet From last night tears And as I think of giving up A voice inside my coffee-cup Kept crying but And ringing in my ears Dont cry daddy Daddy, please dont cry Daddy, youve still…