See that’s the problem. You never get used to being absent. It hurts and it hurts every single time that you are unable to participate because of PD. The loneliness that comes with PD is a special kind of hell. At times like this you realise that the world doesn’t stop moving because you can’t. Read more

A colourful Japanese fan/ Laughter that transforms into tears and sometimes into mouth farts/The patience to eat a whole custard apple or sitaphal/ The lyrics to at least three songs that will become comforting things to go back to when they grow up/Eating a ripe Alphonso mango just plucked from the tree, tearing its warm Read more

 I lie in bed as my demons begin their ugly dance My pillow cover soaking with the remnants of tragic trepidations. I think of you lying down many miles away  Your cries of frustration having become white noise.   I can feel your pain as I know you feel mine  In this world that doesn’t know Read more

I fight quiet battles within safe spaces  Silent screams pierce my soul  My mind and body are completely out of sync  You see me in full armour  Apparently in total control  I revel in your applause to my performance  The world is a stage- I’m on! Lights, camera,action! But suddenly the curtains fall You cannot Read more

Millennium Harbour. 2017 August. I would look out of the window and see the river, always moving, never still. There were times when the river would be at full force with the water rising and other times it would be lying low. I often wondered, who is controlling this flow of water? And I never Read more

It’s funny how people think of you only when they want something from you. And when you want something from them there will always be excuses, reasons why they can’t be there for you. These reasons are all valid, very plausible so you give them benefit of the doubt. Once, twice, three times. But then Read more

I jump into the North Sea. From the warm confines of my cruise cabin to the freezing cold water that cuts through my skin, I feel truly alive. This feeling lasts only for a brief moment, until the water pulls me inside it. My natural instinct is to fight so I flail my limbs as Read more

Where night becomes day, that time of transition is a sacred time. I open my eyes to the darkness, a serene stillness surrounds the air. I feel the promise of possibility, anything can happen. I feel the slow stirring of my soul, I want to create, the ideas are simmering. So I begin relating to Read more

Love does not give you the license to take the person you love for granted. It does not give you the right to speak rudely. Love is handing to someone else the power to ruin you entirely and trusting that they will not use that power.  Love is vulnerability in its most fragile form, yet Read more

In a big Mediterranean bowl, think blue, think ceramic blue and white, think salad bowl. Pour the clear salty turquoise blue sea water that magically changes its temperature to ensure that you are not too hot or too cold. Add to this a bagful of sunshine, golden yellow sun rays caressing your skin, nourishing it Read more