Water rained on me
Cold fingers, uncertain death
Sore throat, fevered chills


And so my mother offered me a jar of cookies, a bottle of water and two tablets of medicine. I also lost control of my bladder. I must be really sick!


A play on HOPE

Hope is just one word
Yet it means the world for some
In varied degrees


Honestly, I am frustrated about this concept of “hope” and the different ways it can be said. I’m currently reflecting on the paper that I will be presenting on Wednesday next week. There are just so many things lost in translation. The nuances which are important can be easily lost in the tide of a foreign language.

The Faithful

I go to my church
Just to pray everyday
Ev’ry goddamn day


Inspired by a workaholic friend. And the people with whom I go to church with. But it’s a church without religions. Just great coffee!