I felt small today. So small that I wanted to sink beneath the depths of the earth. I felt like an atom before a mountain of sorrow that refuses to pass. Small before a piece of corporate kindness that was handed over to me in a neatly wrapped favour. I felt small because none of…
Tag: writing
I would rather
I would rather be a clown clad in a tattered gown Than be a neat clone of every pretty one I would rather cry and cry and let the whole being sigh Than pretend to forget that we never really met I would rather so much miss that never happening kiss Than bare my body…
When the heart wants what it wants
I am at a stage where in the ‘social’ and ‘worldly’ sense, I am beyond redemption. It used to sadden me only a few years ago and also make me bitter sometimes. But over the years, I have learnt to laugh at it. No, genuinely. Being a single girl in her 30s in India, most…
Mukti Masih 