PitchBlue

An iceberg’s essence is invisible to surface-wandering eyes. Not attached to anything; it is as free as one can ever be. It is magnificent in its entirety. You know, I used to be one of those. Yes, I was that free, that majestic, that mighty. There was this inner contentment, and a little bit of…

As a kid, I had a thing for garlands. So my family and friends used to bring me some as gifts.  Those are still safe in my old backpack: some as good as new and others broken. A friend once made a simple drawing for me. Honestly, it isn’t that great a drawing but folded…

It was my 5th birthday. My mother gifted me a yellow skirt. No, it was not new. Worn and also torn by some kid in a rich man’s house where my mother used to work, that dress was my only chance at dressing up in something “new” that day. My mother, embarrassed, said, “We will…