I met love. It looked like the sunset in the horizon. It was bright, burning and beautiful. It had the elegance of the moon and the softness of the Cuban wind. It had a laugh that was echoed by the seven seas and a fresh scent that was concealed in every atom of the air. […]Read more "Amor"
I rolled over on my stomach and heaved a deep sigh. I ejected the movie and decided it was one I would watch every year on christmas eve. “You know love scares me” I glanced over at my cousin who had a weary look on her face. “Why?” I asked intrigued by her random statement. “There is just something about […]Read more "Cosmic Love"
Wabi-Sabi is a Japanese concept and it means finding beauty within the imperfections of life and accepting peacefully the natural cycle of growth and decay. It is the appreciation of things that are imperfect, impermanent, incomplete, unrefined and unconventional; an aesthetic I wish every child is brought up with. Have you heard of the word kintsukuroi? […]Read more "Wabi-Sabi 侘寂"
I’ve been touched and it wasn’t by his hands. “Who are you?” was the first thing he asked. Who am I? I am that dented food can no one picks up from the shop shelf…overlooked, neglected, unwanted. But it’s fine, they can all chase after the can that resembles the million others that are lined […]Read more "Nadira"
What can I say about buses? They are not exactly my favourite mode of transport but based on my history, it’s undoubtedly the most interesting and eventful. I took the bus home this evening and as I was seated at the rear corner, I was hit with waves of memories. Memories of my many strange encounters on […]Read more "Bus Ties"
Have you ever fallen in love with a mind before? We are made up of three things: a body, mind and soul. The body I see as the most captivating one, fall in love with it and you will be spellbound. Something so splendid; just looking at it can stir all kinds of emotions inside of you. The […]Read more "Long awaited dessert"
Time…how I wish I could speak to you in person. You met me for the first time in 97. Nobody can remember the first meeting with you, hopefully that isn’t an issue. 18 years you’ve been with me, a loyal friend I call thee. A witness you are to all I’ve said and done, tell […]Read more "My affair with time"