Letter

Dear Babbu, If you are reading this, it probably means you are old enough to understand death. As a child you were told that grandma is in office when she died; you were only three years old, too young to understand the meaning of the word ‘death.’ Some of my friends were very creative when … Continue reading Letter

February

Today I tripped on the footpath and stumbled, hit my knee against the hard gravel. But the first word out of my mouth wasn't 'goddammit' or some such, I still called for you. As the pain passed through my knee, my friend said I repeated it again and again, like a small child hurt on … Continue reading February