on grief

this is nonfiction. – My strongest memory of loss goes like this: I, a young boy, fresh-faced (having recently turned thirteen), am in the school dormitory, drinking a cup of black tea with bread at break time when one of my classmates comes running into the dorm, completely out of breath. After regaining his composure,…

quietude

Note entry: 16th September 2023: quietude. It takes a while for the noise to die down. for the stillness to begin to seep through, and for the echoes in these echo chambers to quieten. — For almost a decade now, I’ve made it a habit to step away from the noise of social media. Some…

Edith’s Redemption

[Fiction. Undated. Written ages ago, for a friend going through some stuff.] The sandals are beautifully embroidered, with little gemstones laced into the straps, held together by delicate silken threads, almost invisible. They shimmer in the bright sunlight, blindingly reflecting the the world around them in a kaleidoscopic rush of sun, sand and sea. She unlaces them,…