Stories on childhood, motherhood and all the spaces in between
My mother’s love was intrinsically linked to food. She was not a physically affectionate person. As I pack my daughter’s lunch for school, I realise that love comes in many forms - some of them served hot on a bright red table mat.
When you have been with a partner long enough, you know that no one wins in a fight. We both lose or it's a stalemate.
An ode to a year well lived, with its storms and calm waters.
There are two kinds of love. One is fiery and fierce. The other quiet and shy. I have been in both.
The woman looking at me is beautiful; wild and free with a spirit that does not worry or care of what other people think.
Its friendship day and social media profiles are in full bloom with odes to friends, friendship, new friends, old friends and an overall celebration of those who have known us, stood by us, tolerate us and love us — no matter what.
From time to time, random moments and memories from our lives float towards us; sometimes gentle in their embrace, sometime sympathetic in their understanding of our past and our mistakes, sometimes forgiving, and sometimes filled with anger, hurt and pain. What would we be without them? A new person with a new skin? Or a hollow frame that echoes without sound – without music.
It had been such a beautiful day. We had celebrated our daughter’s birthday with family, friends, music, booze and much needed laughter. Everything changes in good company. For a little while, you can put down the heavy load you carry through the day to make way for a lightness of step. I had felt free and happy.
A day after Teacher’s day, my news feed has been full of posts on teachers who have changed the lives of their students, been wonderful mentors and eventually friends. My experience with school teacher’s has been quite the opposite – but full of learning nonetheless.
It had been a tough day. Nothing in particular had happened. The house was running smoothly as it usually did. I got to work on time and finished on time. There were no problems with lunch, dinner, clients or family. But the day had not been good. I had fallen asleep annoyed and exhausted, without knowing why.