Small, barely four centimeters, that is And already reaching out to loved ones Touching them in ways not experienced before…
Unopened Windows
How do you thank a friend who opens the little windows in one’s mind that has remained shut so far?…
Taheera’s Story
Mehboob sits next to Taheera, his four-year-old daughter. Cross-legged on her bed, she rattles away names of people who have…
The Last Samosa – A Story for Children
Layla is in her bed, half asleep. She hears the clinking of dishes in the kitchen downstairs. She suddenly remembers…
Zaitunay – An Olive in Hamra Street
On this cold November evening, apart from the coloured lights of shops and restaurant signs, soft blue fairy lights glow…
No Rest for the Weary
Dhroom, click, snip, thunk, dhroom. These are sounds that defy the silence of the night, past midnight. The dhroom is…
Obrigado, Bapoo
If you had been there, you would have never believed that Bapoo, my 94-year-old father, had late-stage dementia. I had…
Keeper of Little Secrets
It is Family Day (Sunday February, 2015) and Taheera and Fazilla, the super aunts, and we, the grandparents arrive at…
My Experiment in How to Make a Poem
Last month, a friend forwarded a link to an online creative writing course offered by Manchester Metropolitan University. My eye…
my more-or-less writings 