Whose story shall I tell today? Is it of you, dear Sarayu, whose spirit is one with the wind, whose soul is the path taking me home, whose voice calls, whose eyes beckon, saying sweetly, “Come home, my love. Come home to me”? Is it of you, Queen of Light…

When I read people write about a love that got away, their tone embodies regret. Regret for the things they said or didn’t say, and this constant wishing and nagging at their soul to turn back time. …

A Poem — Every day, I walk the tightrope of single motherhood — I’m crossing ravines whilst under the influence of the patriarchy. I have tripped and fallen apart in unsteady love, been left behind season after season like a forgotten thing — the unread book on a bookshelf gathering dust. Unable to see the woods…

Being human is more exhausting, lonely and full of wonder than ever — Life in the usually bustling metropolis of London, is still as weird as it was a year ago — relative to our neighbours across the rest of the world. Closed shops and subdued high-streets. Masked strangers with eyes full of suspicion about the unmasked among them (just imagine that scenario…