My grandfather,passed away, kneeling before the kabah,arms raised in prayer, he left behindseven daughters, small strong women,sisters who struggled,long hours in factories sewing clothes,bringing up children in foreign cold countries,sisters who worked long hours,selling dresses on the street,long days frying potatoes,pickling atchars,making sticky sweets to sell,counting the money,raising the kids,losing […]
(Inspired by the first 1 minute and 53 seconds of the movie, Nightcrawler)The Burning City LightsDo you remember all the lights that night? I do.There were so many lights. The city was lit up like it was on fire. Do you remember?We drove that whole night. You and I. We talked about […]
Jogging down the Bund one night, hood on, ipod in and the city lights running along the river beside me, I thought: I have never been so cut open, so open, so free.
One summer afternoon, with the aunts watching, I picked up a scissors and hacked through the giant male bean plant that could not flower but wrapped itself around everything around and tried to choke the heavily fruit-laden papaya tree by climbing her leaves and pulling her down ‘Stupid good for […]
Sometimes I think if I talked more, learnt to use my voice more, explained more, it would help. Maybe I should be one of those talking people; the good talking people who say so much more than me, who express themselves, get their ideas and feelings across. Who say exactly […]
My phone is full of thoughts. Half finished. Ideas for stories. Emotions that push through suddenly. Contemplations. Bit and pieces of poetry. Something overheard. Something imagined. I’ve been making a concerted effort to try and capture these half thoughts and sift through these bits and pieces. I read once that […]
More excited than afraid is a good feeling to have when moving.
I am on the brink of something beautiful.
Walking in the lane between Hilton and Zam Zam in Makkah, a cold wind coming up through the lane littered with shoppers, beggars, sellers laying out their wares on the road, K and I are laughing about a wheelchair we saw a few days ago, and how the child pushing […]
