These tatters of the once perfectly woven fabric of alive, afresh moments cloaks my naked soul, speaks for my unspeakable acts, and ties me umbilically to my inner self. After so many years, I realize, embracing my daughter is similarly satisfying.
Memoir writing is as easy as accepting what made you you. If there is anything lesser difficult, it is admitting to your mistake when you haven’t committed any. But life throws surprises and shocks at you. Which is what brings forth this series. On the surface, what looks like a recollection of the countless moments thatContinue reading “And Memoirs!”
The perceptions. Love and geniality.
The drumming, thumping, parading reality.
Despite despair; nothing being new.
That, which comes from within, is but You.