The Ant Story

A tiny black ant in the sugar, I found strolling by That daddy just brought from the shop nearby. Mom took a tin and poured in the sugar, I waited as the ant came out like a skilled digger. Scared he seemed, as faster he strolled; Up, to the lid then back down he patrolled….

The Beginning of Things

When I was born, I was mistaken to be a boy at first. Mom recall this whenever I do something that typical ‘girls’ don’t. Even then, she never told me to stop doing that, whatever it may be, like climbing trees, nighttime wanderings, picking fights, preferring fence way over gate way, etc. Still, I wasn’t…

Mom

“Who do you love the most, mommy or daddy?” “Daddy, indeed!” “Ohh! Why so?” “Cuz mommy loves it that way!” ~ There is this campaign around here – ‘Hug Your Parents’ by a students organisation called SIO. I’m not a member, but I really loved their new cause. So here’s to #hugyourparents !!  I really…

Chasing Butterflies

I wish I could go back to my childhood, the days I spent chasing butterflies running barefoot. Catching them, only to let them go again, to watch them relish the regained freedom. I wish I could see those innocent dreams again, of a fairy coming overnight to gift me a pair of wings, and I’m…