An Ode to all Kinds of Friendship

An Ode to all Kinds of Friendship

Friendships and relationships need not be standardised Got the news of the passing away of a good friend last week. Since then I have been trying to make sense of the way I am feeling. As a 35 year old man I am not very used to the news of friends passing away. I was...
Move and Be Moved

Move and Be Moved

Art is a constant agent of transformation and is the soul’s drive to health Cathy Malchiodi I would like you to join me in a small exercise. Feel your feet on the earth and the support that the cushion/chair that you are sitting on offers you. Take a few minutes...
Atypical

Atypical

With a stronger sense of verbal articulation, I have taken the role of being Ved’s voice for this article. He began by narrating the events that his mother narrated to him growing up, which introduces the origin of his Autism, and his journey with it thereafter. Ved...
Dear Covid

Dear Covid

Dear Covid 19, As I look outside, I no longer see the world. I see a poor excuse for a world intertwined with small features of what my memory permits me to recollect. People’s faces painted with unease and mistrust, masks covering our mouths and cold sanitisers...
Locked Down, Opening Up

Locked Down, Opening Up

Bunny ears, bunny ears, playing by a tree. Cris-crossed the tree, trying to catch me. Bunny ears, bunny ears, jumped into the hole, popped out the other side beautiful and bold.  It is a Wednesday; I am sure of that. But it appears I have forgotten how to tie my...
The Simraankhu Trail

The Simraankhu Trail

1. All of the day before, I’d walked from Marpha to Lete keeping on the west side of the river, on the gently undulating, gravely motor road. On the other, east side was where the winter trail ran, threading tiny little-known villages hidden in the cypress forest or...