Author: Neha

I read a lot today. My mind is spiralling into a curiosity that perhaps I too can describe the sights and emotions that course through me as vividly as Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie. It makes me wonder how much of my life I’ve taken for granted assuming it to be mundane. It also makes me think…

The slain animalCarcass strewnDead potentialLimp hand, unscrewn  Too late to be mournedThat clockShe stupidly adornedWas a stopwatch. Caution! Walkway ending! So above her, doubled overAt that daft girl.Who mistakes a travelatorFor legs?  Non-unique, unspecial Slowness in scoresA bookmark clique In the book of metaphors Undramatic tragedyLike a mirror in the darkOne for borrowed identityCut, graft, stark The…

Recently, a new friend was telling me about his road to university as a mature student who had experienced a difficult childhood. Because I am an optimist, I draw a lot of comfort or closure from “fair” story endings. Seeking that same comfort, I asked him if he thinks the skills he has learned from…