Photo by Azrul Aziz on Unsplash At some point during my pregnancy, I had a revelation - my husband and I were no longer equals. I don’t remember the precise moment that triggered this thought. But by the time I was in the final weeks of my pregnancy I was making peace with the fact … Continue reading On the first year of parenting
Tag: relationships
Morning Rituals
Photo by Jonathan J. Castellon on Unsplash For the last six years, we’ve stuck to a morning ritual. We began our day by enjoying a mug of freshly brewed ginger masala tea. Every day we woke up around the same time and settled on our beloved couch with our cup of tea. We sat mostly in silence, eyes … Continue reading Morning Rituals
Post 19 – Dinner Scenes
Dinner last night was spent in silence. Neither of us was angry or upset. Yet, we didn't say a word as we ate. Kishore Kumar songs were playing on my phone. We didn't make a conscious decision to eat in silence. I think we were just lost in the melody of old songs and the … Continue reading Post 19 – Dinner Scenes
Honey, you look different – Short Fiction
Husband came home one day and found that his wife looked a little different.
Samosa
I. He, She and Dog He sat alone on the park bench. He seemed worried. He worried that his mother worried. He was going to turn forty in a month and he hadn't found a partner for himself. But he wasnt too worried. He would have been if he thought about things. But he wasn't much of … Continue reading Samosa
Monday Musings – 2. Attention Span
The point of power is always in the present moment. - Louise L Hay With all the distractions around, isn't it getting increasingly difficult to pay attention? A recent article says that, our attention span is now less than that of a goldfish. I think I agree. My attention span seems to be getting shorter … Continue reading Monday Musings – 2. Attention Span
Chronology of our Argument
Broken words Abuses thrown around Rising decibels Mine, not his. Silence, A dullness Hanging in the air. Tears An Uncontrollable stream Gushing down the cheeks. Hugs, bad jokes Lips part To smile Taste of tears In my mouth.
A new layer
It isn't easy This change This responsibility, the shift A new identity awaits me But I am vary Of all the frills Attached to it. I am vary of stepping into this universe For I don't know the doors To let myself out. It may all be ok in the end I may I may … Continue reading A new layer
Doori
We are a pair You and I. We belong together A set A couple. Why then this distance I cannot see you from where I am We are so alike. yet different, Mirror images I complete you and you me, We go together. Without you there is no me. And without me will you stay … Continue reading Doori
Conversation
Why are you so weird? And your thoughts so twisted? Aren't you scared? I am, very much. But you don't cry I have no tears left. I like happy. I like colour. I like black. Why are you so weird?
Why I do what I do
We try to find hidden meanings, hidden intentions in all that is around us. In conversations, in actions and in situations. We do not trust anything to accept things as they are. If someone is good we question the reason for being good. After all in this age and time, it is indeed hard to … Continue reading Why I do what I do
