Still

After being alive four decades we expect to know something. We expect ourselves to be something definitive, easily identified by the world we live in and something that perhaps, has a nice label attached to it. I strived for this for a long time. Even when I thought I wasn't. Even when I renounced my... Continue Reading →

Today’s the Day

Every day I wake up with the usual cloud of mental chaos that threatens to start my day poorly. The residue of a disturbing dream coats my tongue and I start to think about all the things I’m not doing with my life and all the ways I’m not helping people, and the ways I’m... Continue Reading →

One old woman

The most lovely Indian woman smiled at me. She sat in a wheelchair at a cafe table in an airport. She wore a sari the colour of marmalade and a red bindi on that space where eyebrows often meet. Her black hair was streaked white like smudged chalk on a blackboard. It was parted down... Continue Reading →

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