I met time. We became friends. I asked him many questions. One was on love. Here is what he had to say. Love is a spark in life, a spark that lights up a bleak sky. Yet, the spark lasts for a short while. Soon reality knocks the door. Not long, when I teach you […]Read More Timeless love
I live in the famous red city. Its buildings are made of beaten clay, with arches, domes, minarets and mosques with both Spanish and French influences. One of the main features of our homes is a fountain right in the middle of the house, it is mostly covered in tiles in a mosaic. I used […]Read More Drawing without an eraser
She was beautiful. My heart skipped a beat every time I saw her. I knew the time she passed by every day and I looked forward to each time I could have a glimpse of her. It’s just that I could not do anything about it. I had problems bigger than love. I opened my […]Read More In a city of sealed ears
For as long as I remembered, I had shunned the emotion of love. I had ridiculed my friends for getting attached too quickly, for losing control over their lives. Most of the times, I teased them with profound arguments of how undeserving their beloved was, finding flaws in her gait, posture, personality and sincerity. ‘Love […]Read More The Poet!
Futile, irrational and bad past.. Hakuna Matata!Read More Hakuna Matata!
I never knew a simple letter could cheer me up so much. Perhaps it was not simple after all. It was a letter from my very dear niece whom I had brought up in my arms just like a daughter. After a long time she visited me with her family in England to spend few […]Read More No piece of wisdom should go untoasted.
There once was an old lady, She ran a village’s local tea shop, And she would never frown, Even when too tired to sleep. Was it the woman who sold miracles? Or was it just her tea? And when she would smile, My heart would skip some beats, And I would sit there longer, Pretending […]Read More The lady who sold miracles