Growing Up with My Mother

My mother came home from the field. She looks tired; scaling the contours of hills and valleys beautifully crafted by the Creator. We eagerly waited for her to arrive home. Actually, we’re hoping mother would bring us something to eat. As I can fairly recalled, her shabby dress was filled with sweat. Still, mother didn’t … Read more

Unconsumed: Burning Living

The burning sensation, on the side of my head and face, was hard to deal with. Putting ice on the affected area does not help, as it does not burned outwardly. It was this well-designed aura that I had, due to my neurological disorder, which serves as a necessary warning in the wake of performing … Read more

Touching the Edge of His Cloak

Few days, two days actually, before she passed onto eternity, I met her. In the evening hours of that day, I walked till the edge of the fumigated hallway, which leads to the hospital room where she’s laid. Of late, she’s been in and out of the hospital, sometimes losing consciousness, as her illness progressed. … Read more

As I Walk With Him

Another weekend arrived; we’re raring to go home. The evening bus service, the only mode of transport available at that time, left without us. We decided to walk the thirteen kilometers stretch trekking the coiling roads through the small hills and valleys. We were here, in the nearest town from our village, to get proper … Read more

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