I hope this epistle finds you well. I have been meaning to write this earlier but I kept procrastinating.
I was busy editing an article on my phone when I heard a deep voice ask, “Hello, is this seat vacant?”
It was a rainy Saturday morning. I was seated at his bedside and could tell that he was unsettled from the way he kept tossing and turning. There was a table on the other side of the bed. On it, a glass, a jug of water, a tub of natural yoghurt and his phone. I… Continue reading BED NO.17
A few weeks back, I faced my father and told him that I was ready to move out.
The other day, I had an important question to ask my dad and when I found him at the dining table busy on an architectural drawing, I had to swiftly think of the ultimate conversation starter.
It is a bitterly cold Monday morning, you are in a matatu, grumpily headed to work. Your body is wrapped in layers of clothing but still, you are freezing. “Can’t the government introduce compulsory frosty leave or something like that so that on cold days like this one, hardworking taxpayers like me can rest?” You… Continue reading WHY?
Last week’s post received a really encouraging response. So before I proceed with this week’s article, I want to thank everyone who read, shared, liked and commented on the post.