So it happened, between Sunday and forever,
when they drew a curtain between me and the world.
It wasn’t loud (no one screamed – not even me),
I thought it would be a storm, but it wasn’t – it was a breeze,
and I knew somewhere below, a soft beginning was being lifted into the light.
“Happy birthday to you!”, they sang. 🥰
I come from a country where it is summer all year around and winter is just a slightly cooler summer, and where snow exists only in movies. But on the first…
At the crack of dawn on a Wednesday morning, my Dad drove us through a scenic two-hour drive through Adelaide hills and dropped us off at Cape Jervis, enroute to Kangaroo…
As the scorching summer sun tightened its grip on Qatar, we knew it was time for a change of scenery and a retreat from the relentless heat. This led us to…
As you walk into my home, you will be greeted by shelves upon shelves of books of all kinds. My love for literature began at age three when my Mom introduced…
Anyone who knows me would be well-aware of my love affair with matcha. It began with me whisking the emerald green powder into a frothy, thick brew every morning, and now,…
We landed at Kuala Lampur International Airport on a chilly evening, as pretty as a picture. I immediately dashed through the airport’s duty-free to purchase mochi of my favorite flavours; mango,…
Here is a poem I wrote years ago about embracing one’s heritage and culture, wherever you may be, or go. To my loved ones who have created homes abroad, please represent…