as I write this, i am drinking a glass of water. why am i writing about it, you ask? well, i can’t think of what else to write. if i asked someone what to write about they’d say ‘anything that comes to mind’ and the first thing that comes to my mouth is this glassContinue reading “Water | NaPoWriMo #18”
Like Church, we kneel Like Church, we pray Like Church, we eat Like Church, we sing — but in Hindi, because it is my voice, free to roam the temple, found in hidden corners.
Today, we played Monopoly. Even in hypothetical terms, I know I’m not cut out to be a landlord. I cried. And I didn’t stop crying, until my dad gave me money to get me out of bankruptcy. I have always been grateful my parents had money, There parents before me did not, but my parentsContinue reading “Monopoly | NaPoWriMo #14”
This time mum told me I am prone to spilling things, What like clumsy? No like beti. Next time he told me I am prone to falling over What like clumsy? No like daydream. Before that I told me, I am prone, to, spilling things So like juice, No like, secrets. This time mum scoldedContinue reading “This time | NaPoWriMo #10”
as dry plants revive when water sits in their lap, i am quenched by sun.