An Ode To Her

An Ode To Her

“I won’t kill her as she sleeps beside me, but that doesn’t mean I don’t think about it.” Whenever someone asks me about my relationship with my sister, this one line sums it all up perfectly. And I may or may not be gagging as I say this ridiculously sappy thing, but for what she’s worth, somewhere in the deep recesses of my heart, I do love her. Because you know, you gotta love that person who…

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The Definition

Love, my grandmother tells me, is the flower she sees every morning on her bedside table after granddad’s morning walk. She tells me it’s the toffee she hands out to the crying child at home. The view of her garden after a rain, and the perfect cup of tea made by my mother, is what love is. Love, she says, doesn’t conform to one person alone. Love, my father tells me, is the smile of my mother…

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I Know My Place

When at the end of the day, after having spent 8 grueling hours at the office and 3 hours of constant crying from one or the other kid, you tell me that I should have made something better for dinner That office work is not going to put taste in my cooking and I should focus more on my kids’ homework rather than that file my boss wants me to edit That the house looks dirty today because I forgot…

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Paradox

It’s a world of precise carelessness and fiery indifference, of secure abandonment and profound nonchalance, of teeming scarcity and not enough availability.  And in this world of paradoxes, meeting you doesn’t seem so strange anymore. After all, conforming to the norm has never been my forte, be it falling in love with the right person or giving it my all to make it work. And yet, when the world…

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