There are mundane things like shopping for ration in quarantine,scrolling through the online delivery appand going back to the same shop you leftwith a mask on your faceand fear inside your hearts. My mother peels an orange for vitamin C.I watch another book dying on my shelf,she must have been low on immunity.We don't switch … Continue reading Self Portrait gone wrong
Poetry
Therapy sessions that go beyond the room
Words are the dancers. I saw a pigeon eating rice my mother left on the table. Last night we dined like a royal family hiding our secrets under our plates. Mother took out a knife and cut all the apples. No one saw the blood until it was time to drink. Words are the dancers. … Continue reading Therapy sessions that go beyond the room
The Poetic Elixir 
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