I wish I had the power to say something and then take it back. No, I don’t regret hurting someone with my words. Rather, I want to live that conversation and see how it goes, move onto the next without having the baggage of the first. Maybe I could clean the slate as I wished, and have the best on the canvas always and have many of those. It seems I am given one canvas and it has to be picture per...
It’s been a fulfilling couple of weeks as a father. Every jump and every cry, every leap I was there to catch. Every day was a milestone and every day a new something. Every stolen word you knew where it came from because you were there all along. Every tantrum you could decode what it meant and you could fathom the wiliness that strategised it. Those genes are mine you would point at the sly affe...
I dive in search of words, words that once were the transcript of my ‘zehn’, which now seem to betray me. Is it my demented self that is always at loss of words or a hazy being lost in the maze of chores? I borrow and steal to put together a coherent emotion, but even the emotion seems to have lost a way. To me, It feels like I am Waldo but searching for the path out of the square maze. I, at tim...