The Burdened HeartDespair of the scarsI enter the room and see her seated on the couch, staring at the floor while swinging her leg. It seems like a joyful swing. She is in a…Jun 1, 2020Jun 1, 2020
The Burdened HeartThe lost scrapbookIt was a personalised scrapbook, my first gift to him, something I had spent too much time and thought on. I had given it to him on his…May 16, 2020May 16, 2020
The Burdened HeartA+B: the long-distance lockdown conversationA: You’ve been acting a little funny or estranged these past few days. Is everything okay?Apr 22, 2020Apr 22, 2020
The Burdened HeartThe open cageShe would go under the bed, under the table. To the unapproachable places. I will call out her name, but she won’t respond. And finally I…Mar 13, 2020Mar 13, 2020
The Burdened HeartWith love, from love — Part 2 | the end“Somewhere between habit, known evil and the uncertain world, is your love and you just want to hold on to it”, said a friend of mine…Jan 19, 2020Jan 19, 2020
The Burdened HeartWith love, from love — Part 1 | the beginningHe would address me as “love” sometimes, simply and casually. No cheesiness attached. I hated cheesy anyway. Once, while on phone having…Dec 27, 2019Dec 27, 2019
