My family
You know, my family? Pretty awesome set of women. My paternal gran was a refugee from Sahiwal, Pakistan. Her family lost everything in the partition. She married a promising engineer … Continue reading My family
Tag: Journal
Polyamory
Love is an endless stream. It comes from the heart. Not from thought. It comes from feeling. Not from logic. Its flowing is constant and many drink from it, at the same or at different times.
The Abuse of Love
We take so much abuse in life. As a child, I was bullied because I was effeminate. I remember a boy uprooting grass from the mud and slinging it across … Continue reading The Abuse of Love
You, in Mid-air
Love has a way of becoming comfortable. When it becomes comfortable, it gets lazy. It rests on the couch and it watches movies. It feeds you pastries and chocolates. It … Continue reading You, in Mid-air
A Different Me 