Two kids were running ahead of me. One was a pretty girl, with beautiful eyes and a curly ponytail. The other was a boy, happy and smiling, his eyes filled with special energy.Continue reading“Diverse.”
Author: Pavi
Strange indeed.
These are strange times we’re living in. My children who are champion bickerers are now united in their zest to drive me up the wall. My days are peppered with “Amma, look at me jump” (underwhelming after the first 10 times) and “how many minutes before iPad time” (annoying after the first 10 times). There’s so much barking (bored puppy) and so many messes to clean up. I don’t have the luxury of working from home and….well, let’s just say that things aren’t pretty.Continue reading“Strange indeed.”
Love in the time of..
In muddy colors and broken smiles, love is all around us.Continue reading“Love in the time of..”
Deep breath out..
Just when the cabin fever was making me see red, I got a bright little email from one of my favorite publishing houses. BlackHarePress has featured one of my drabbles on their website. Theme – Vampires, with an austere 100 word limit.Continue reading“Deep breath out..”
The Warrior Song.
To every woman (biological/identifies as) – I dedicate this poem to you. Keeping being loud, assertive and 100% amazing. Remember – you’re a fierce queen, born to rule your little world. Don’t let anyone take your crown away. Ever.
Happy Women’s Day, sisters!Continue reading“The Warrior Song.”
MinnieMinnieMinnie…
She’s on vacation and he misses her terribly. I know even if he can’t always tell me.Continue reading“MinnieMinnieMinnie…”
Oh Amma! Let me cry.
Shh..shh..don’t cry, baby girl. I’m here, darling. I’m right here.
I stop bawling and blink at your face. The world is blurry; the air leaching any semblance of warmth from my body . A thousand sounds ring, clank and beep around me. I smell you and burrow into your chest. You are familiar. You are my home.
Oh Amma, let me cry. Continue reading“Oh Amma! Let me cry.”
50 shades of red.
I spotted my first grey hair when I was 20. I was a standard Year 2 medical student; exhausted, overworked, surviving on strong coffee and the goodwill of nurses. Over the next few months, that one sneaky grey strand became two. Then five.
I was ashamed. I mean, who greys at 20?Continue reading“50 shades of red.”
My Valentine
In the thirty-odd years since I blinked into existence, like most women, I’ve struggled with self-love and self-esteem.
“You’re not good enough.”Continue reading“My Valentine”
Just ask my little boy.
Corgis are magic. You couldn’t convince me otherwise.
They are tiny, ridiculous puffs of energy – all heart and floof. And they are bright. Incredibly so. Minnie gently waited, nosed, and hung around our autistic son for a WHOLE YEAR, before he reciprocated. She didn’t give up; she won him over and now they’re thick as thieves.Continue reading“Just ask my little boy.”
