Ping! Its a text from her. She: I can’t do this anymore. I’m done waiting! 😠🙅♀️ He: Baby, I know I screwed up but please don’t do this.🙏🙏 She: No, you don’t get how important this is to me. I’ve been telling you and telling you but you never listen. You just don’t care anymore.…
Hola, amigos! I’m back after a long hiatus from blogging to pontificate on pride and its follies. I’m not sure if I’ll keep coming back to blogging or this is just a one-off thing because I needed to vent. Either way, I’m writing tonight and I wondered if some of you felt the same way…
Remember as kids how much we loved receiving ‘ashirwad’ money? When the fifth cousin from Dad’s side would visit in what was a once-in-the-lifetime (or once-in-a-long-long-time, or why-do-I-even-care-how-long-a-time) family visit and hand us a rolled-up bank-note (or two, if they were feeling generous) with the customary tagline – beta, isse chocolate kharid lena (buy yourself a…
I stand hands folded, eyes screwed shut, a picture of piety. I stand in a temple swarming with people, with varying degrees of faith – some intense, some borrowed, some faithless. United we stand, chanting and praying to a stony God – who’s opulent raiment and the mountain of offerings before him, is in stark…
Beep, beep, beep, beep… “Oh, will you shut it up?” He grunts into the pillow where his face is buried. She fumbles in the near dark of the room, groping for her phone and with the familiarity of someone who’s done the same thing too many times before, turns off the alarm. All is quiet again.…
Originally posted on Simon's still stanza:
Image source: Google via airportlink.com.au ? At Airport Terminals At airport terminals All the good looking ones Are taken Or connected to Their beloved through A smartphone Cradled in the collarbone hollow As their arms Balancing Juggling Move in a rhythm Weighed with coffee cups And hand luggage.…
As I crept through the night Holding my pants really tight I waited for it to be true To be kept awake the night through. The warning was clear and mighty Will blow your candles and nightie. It howled and whistled for a while, Rustling the leaves and the textiles. It thundered a little, it…
