A Slice of Utopia

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…

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 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…

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…

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…

For the love of rains…

“I’m moving,” she said as she plonked herself on her usual spot at the house. Nobody looked up from their phones or laptops nor did anyone flinch at this apparently life changing statement. “I’m moving,” she said again, this time a little louder and emphasising the words a little bit…

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…

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…