Failure Mandala

This usually happens to me. I am usually stuck in a rut of my thoughts, there are so many of them that they just create a mandala around me, and that is where I live most of the time. In the centre of that mandala, and honestly, I do not mind it so much because mandalas are pretty and they are…

The second fiddle friend

For someone who finds it extremely difficult to make friends, I lose them a little too soon. Today there are about twenty percent people left that I am talking to out of the hundred I had a year ago. Obviously, I would think, they are the problem. But even if you have the thickest of…

The Feminist Patriarch

It was one of those days where I was picking fights with the parents — teenagers, amirite?

Anyway, as usual I was getting flak for my messy space, as does every kid. Usually it would be my grandmother and my mother who would be the ones nagging away but this time…

Tapping Coffee…

What am I doing here?

Her demeanour, her expression and her thoughts were all in tandem as she regretted her decision to go out tonight. Her pals just asked her, as they do every single time they decide to live their thriving lives. But this time to a sheer lapse of…

Special Table — The DUFF perspective

I came across this interesting term just a while back. We will disregard the thought that this term has been around for ages and I am a grandmother who does not keep a tab on the latest lingo. So the term that I am talking about is DUFF, which stands for…

The Monday blues

Murphy’s law!

Murphy and Monday — Never trust anything with an M. It is the worst day, the worst thing. Everything stupid and daft crops out of an M.

Kimberly hated everything about Mondays, mayhem and murphy’s law, and somehow they all came…

Giving her a hand…

There she was, as he remembered, sitting in a corner in his favourite café, sobbing inconsolably, weeping unabashedly, wiping her running nose with fervour and sniffing like there wasn’t enough oxygen in the world. He couldn’t forget that sight, and as fate would have it — there was no other…

The BIG two and five

It is here, the age I have been dreading and looking forward to all rolled into one. The day, turning 25 on the 25th, an endearing thing that has been hanging like a sword on my head. I was psyched about the age, a part of me was of course supremely calm saying, “oh it is just another year…

Understated in love…

College romances, frivolous and tumultuous affairs and feverish swooning was something that Kimberly had long left behind. She was too old for this nonsense. She would steer clear of this childishness; a new found love for sobriety and understated display of affection had taken over her…

A love letter to the ones that hold me up

Let’s just put it out there, I am not someone you would call stable. Yes, I am mature (at times), maybe even level headed, but stable — not me. To add to that, I am someone who sucks at communication, you can associate the words, boring, quiet, and to some…