one of eight mouths

rain, they say, is the heaven pouring blessings. when i was a child, it means flood, tickling my chubby ankles, choking my father’s chest once. it means waiting for free food rations and escaped shrimps from spilling ponds. it is a memorised, annual struggle. a sweet, repeating chapter of our wooden, dining table (too small… Continue reading one of eight mouths

variations of the word uprooting

as a toddler these chubby set of tiny toes were buried in brown cake of forest's earth, as the plump fingers reach out for blood-red wild berries, as a student these leather-covered soles wandered through cemented schools, universities, as the mind gulps data after data, oh so, committedly, as a two-decade lady these desperate feet… Continue reading variations of the word uprooting