Spilled Milk and Spoiled Markers: My Marker Misadventure

As a seven-year-old, I had a firm belief in my unparalleled brilliance. The world was my playground, and I was convinced I understood its secrets better than anyone else—especially my parents. And then, in a spectacular display of my so-called brilliance, I messed up, big time. You see, I was an artist in my youngerContinue reading “Spilled Milk and Spoiled Markers: My Marker Misadventure”

Living What Once Intrigued Me…

I don’t remember being a talkative person in my life. I have always been like that, quiet, peaceful, and sensitive. I loved contemplating. Putting myself, sometimes, in another’s shoes helped me at predicting others’ feelings and experiences. This part of my personality helped refine my sensitivity, which matured into sensibility with time and made meContinue reading “Living What Once Intrigued Me…”

A Branch, Fallen! – Letter to My Uncle

My Dear Uncle Nisar, Little did I know that grief would be this unique when you’ll leave us. A quintessence of endurance & endearment, that was all that you were. For a moment it seems as if am still in a dream, but it is what it is. Was there anyone like you? No, noContinue reading “A Branch, Fallen! – Letter to My Uncle”