Language is an Ocean

Language is life and it can die – linguicide – because it can be replicated but cannot be reborn: to lose language is to lose essence, to be nothing but walking air and matter, tongueless, loveless, so when you say my language is “deep and vast,” you’re saying my sense Read more…

I am not

I am not featuring a picture or offering anything elaborate. Look. No big grammar or bothering about ‘literary merit’ or form. Here is it: 1. My mum is a doctor but I am not a doctor. I don’t want to be a doctor. I won’t be a doctor.  I would Read more…

What is Home?

Begin, maybe, with the pillows.  Perhaps home lies in the softness of a pillow, in the lush comfort of it, our heads lolling, our hearts singing soft songs. Perhaps home is not the big things we think it is, the mighty costly things.  Perhaps it is in the small tender Read more…