“She doesn’t even want to play with me anymore”… she cried and she sobbed and she sniffled and she let all her sadness and upset flow on to my chest as she snuggled close to me.
I witnessed the slow disintegration of those stupid balls in the hot oil through my blurred-with-tears contact lenses. I paused for a couple of minutes as I mindlessly stared at the small kadai.
Recently, we have been meeting and chatting with life insurance companies so we can both secure a future for our kids and the surviving spouse should something unfortunate happen to either of us. We are both in general good health as far as I know.
I know how it looks. I know you are judging me right now. I know you are on some kind of a moral high horse, perhaps even justified, praising yourself for having your language firmly under control when kids are around.
Submitted to an essay competition in September 2016 – This was my first time writing such a personal essay and my first time submitting one to a competition. Of course, I didn’t win but the writing exercise was well worth the effort. Prompt: Most dramatic change I have ever made
When I first saw the cover of Mindy Kaling’s debut book, ‘Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me?’ a few years ago, I felt like she had written that book with me in mind. Except, of course, she hadn’t and I could only barely, if even, relate to the contents. It was a good read, nevertheless, …
As regular readers of this blog know, I recently lost my mother. Adapting to life without a mother is really, really hard and not something I thought I would have to learn to do this early. “Move On” seems like the most overused line in the history of the English language and concepts like the …