Fighting Freedom

“Freedom. F-r-e-e-d-o-m. His son, Aryan, spelt out again, and again, and again. On being asked why he said he loved the way its letters felt in his mouth. Aryan was telling his mom in his admirable childish accent that his dad was freedom for him. “Because dad gets to go in the fields and freely…

Letter to the lover who taught me how to love

I see different shapes and sizes and colours of people in love and think to myself, “what a beautiful couple!”, and not, “how can they love each other? They’re so different.” Thank you, for bringing this change in the way I think about love. I now know that love doesn’t happen because of outer beauty…

Letters to Love

Dear love, Would you still remember my birthday like you remember that of your girl best friends’┬áif I didn’t take you out shopping just days before my birthday, with so many excuses? Would you still remember our anniversary if I didn’t make my friend deliberately slip her tongue just a day before? Would you still…