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Quiet Time

I grew up in a home where intermittent solitude was considered an essential part of personal growth. My dad always said that there was a time to 'gather one's thoughts' and a time for 'chit-chat'. Either way, he was already... Continue Reading →

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Playing for Time

Nervously biting my nails and tapping my left foot impatiently while staring at the clock of time…..these qualities are so not me. Is it a blessing or curse to be imbued with patience? That, I can never tell. Some would... Continue Reading →

Crossing the Threshold

June 15th marked the end of exam season in the UK. Thousands of students, my son included, sat their school- leaving exams (GCSE’s). In our household, it was also a landmark because the baby of the house had crossed this... Continue Reading →

The Cost of A Story

I sit in my car fervently tapping away on my phone. It’s where I write articles, poems and stories- in total freedom. It’s where I create a doorway -of my choosing - into another world. In this world I’m The... Continue Reading →

A Small Voice

We are told that as humans, we’re born with a conscience. It's purported to be a voice that instructs us on the difference between good and evil. Christians are likely to equate this to the voice of God. In my... Continue Reading →

Take My Hand

There's nothing new under the sun. Human emotions are all the same. Joy, happiness, pain and sorrow -they are the same. There's a poem I wrote last year that went thus: " If I had a super power, I would... Continue Reading →

My Reward

Driving back from work, I glance in my rear-view mirror, and catch a most wondrous sight. A setting sun bathed in an orange glow. Surreptitious looks - like snapshots give me perspective and depth. I'm a collector of moments -... Continue Reading →

The Right Voice

Faith came by hearing...and many-a-word did she hear-for many years. Affirmations of her unworthiness, laziness, and uselessness. Until the cup of disdain overflowed. With great effort, she turns to her inner voice-the fighter- hailing exultations, encouragment and hope. Slowly, she... Continue Reading →

Who? What? Why?

I'm a student of poetry. It's the only way I can put it. My first-ever poem was written on this blog a year ago (March 4th 2017- Desire.) Even then, I was amazed that I could write in metaphors....the words... Continue Reading →

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