The first thing I do each morning as I wake up, is reach for my phone. That’s unusual because I don’t like getting to it until later in the day. But these are unusual times and I switch to my WhatsApp messages with a mixture of hope and dread.
I have come to believe that if India and Pakistan were closeted together somewhere, secluded from the rest of the world, all acrimony would disappear. Let me explain. So the other day, N asked H to get her a glass of water. Now usually a seemingly simple request like this one would have been met …
I shut the door to my room, switch off the wifi on my laptop and turn my phone to aeroplane mode. I set the timer and open my laptop for some focussed writing time. Barely 30 seconds in, H pushes open my door. ‘Can I eat?’ he asks.
A gentle breeze ruffles my hair as I sit on a small cement platform in the grounds of my apartment complex. I watch N jogging, headphones in place her ponytail swinging from side to side. It’s 10pm and we’re the only two people around. It’s quiet, apart from a few sounds that drift down from …
A blue polka dotted balloon drifts down into the balcony as the kids and I sit navigating our way through the digestive system. Class tests are on and the three of us seem like we’re enclosed in a cocoon, shielded off from the outside world, lost in the universe of books and notes and unyielding …
Book: Fahrenheit 451Author: Ray Bradbury Here’s a question for you — Is it enough to be happy? Would it be alright if one existed in a permanent state of happiness, the struggle and strife of life swept away somewhere? Would it okay for one to shut one’s eyes to the reality of life, if that […]
