(Copyright Enisa) Hickory dickory dock, the mouse ran up the clock Tick tock, tick tock. My sister is on her way downstairs to meet her boyfriend. He steps closer to greet her… Tick tock, tick tock... Bang, bang, bang. ‘Riti open the door!’ My mother’s screams make my father join in the pounding. Tick tock, … Continue reading Tick Tock, Tick Tock
PHOTO PROMPT ©Jill Wisoff ‘Stop checking your watch. We’re meeting after ages!' Lara frowned. I lowered my eyes, submerged in a sea of guilt. ‘Robin will be dropped home from his cricket practice anytime now, I hope his father is there when he gets back.' ‘Uff Robin is 11, he can look after himself for … Continue reading Mommy Guilt
A few days back, I was standing at the kitchen, cleaning the counter with a sponge wipe and crying my eyes out. My husband, who was carrying the dirty dishes to the sink, noticed my tears and he came and held me. 'You're worried?' He took me in his arms. With one hand still holding … Continue reading My Ma Might Not Understand Feminism, Yet, She Helped Me Become A Feminist #MothersDay
When I decided to take a break from Facebook, this is how my life changed. I'm still on an ongoing journey and if you too crave for some respite from social media, I hope you can glean some helpful tips from this piece.