Those of you who know me, know I have a knack for meeting very strange people, and a large collection of funny stories to show for it. This week however, things reached a new level for me. Three incidents have occurred in the last four days – all unrelated – and now I just wantContinue reading “A Rant On Boundaries”
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An Open Letter to the Parents in My Life
A few years back, during Game of Thrones season, I made the mistake of posting on a friends Facebook wall that I could not watch that weeks episode because I was sleep deprived. Another girl who went to high school with us immediately commented something to the extent of “why are you sleep deprived Mira?Continue reading “An Open Letter to the Parents in My Life”
The Things You May Not Do
The things that cannot be bought By money, self-satisfaction Synthetic smiles or shared Rose-tinted delusions You may lull me into Submission for one night Or two or three but only In flesh, muscle and bone Skin deep, yet to pierce vein So wipe away that smugness Scrub it, scourge it from your face Underneath yourContinue reading “The Things You May Not Do”
The Pieces of Who You Were
Words, it bears remembering Are simply acoustics, sounds And breath warmed by the body Mixed till sweet, sour, bitter or pungent They cannot break your skin, Choke air from lungs, pierce organs, Burst arteries or sever limbs Yet somehow they tear through Eardrums, towards skull, seeking Deepest abscesses of minds Darkest corners of souls RootingContinue reading “The Pieces of Who You Were”
An Ode to The Old House
The lobby smells of cream, that’s the only way I can describe it. It’s a nice comforting scent that lingers in the entrance area – not too strong not too weak – the baby bear of smells. I stand in the room surveying the space around me carefully. There is a long hallway of anContinue reading “An Ode to The Old House”
The Storm
Questions, emotions, thoughts Stew in the recesses of my mind Winds gathering speed Bitter-tinged words rise from my heart Up hoarse overworked vocal cords Clawing their way to my tongue I stop. I open my mouth. I swallow. Air gushing, throat clamped in protest My heart, a disgruntled woodpecker Hammering away, willing shallow breaths ItContinue reading “The Storm”
Etihad Airlines, Eggs & Our Istanbul Transit Adventures
Aditi and I booked window seats one in front of the other for our trip to Turkey, via Abu Dhabi. I am seated in 32K, and Aditi has the window seat behind me. However, when we get there, there is already a man sitting in her seat. He looks confused, as he doesn’t appear toContinue reading “Etihad Airlines, Eggs & Our Istanbul Transit Adventures”
Fight or Flight: Anxiety and My Adventures in Mental Health
Adrenaline surges, your muscles feel weak yet poised to bolt. You feel every moment of contraction in your heart as if it was the first time you heard it beat. Cool sweat erupts from your pores, glistening your skin. Your throat closes half suffocating you. Maybe your fingers or your lower lip trembles. For moments,Continue reading “Fight or Flight: Anxiety and My Adventures in Mental Health”
Papa
Last week, I made half my staff cry with this story (unintentionally of course) – an adaptation of something I wrote 6 years ago when my grandfather passed away. I guess some emotions stay buried, but as it is the 6th anniversary of his passing, I figured I would share it on here: In April 1984, whenContinue reading “Papa”
