Growing up and growing old Google Images“Will you discuss with your manager, the dates of your visit?”, Dad messaged me one Friday morning, while I was in office. “Haven’t yet. Probably, tomorrow,” I replied. “I think it’s better you complete
Away from home and searching for one Sunset at Victoria Harbour. Hong Kong. Personal collection.“Do you feel at home?,” my new flatmate asked me last night. As I was cleaning the kitchen counter, she sprang the question out of nowhere.
Being a woman. Being single. Being Indian. Personal image. Shot in Hong Kong.“So how was your trip to Singapore?”, asked the attending nurse to me as she prepared to administer the weekly round of chemo to my Dad. “It went well
Anger management Image credit — Google Images/apexcounselling.org“They’re ruined!,” Dad muttered as he rushed to turn off the gas stove in the kitchen. The pressure cooker on top of it was steaming noiselessly. I quickly placed the cooker under a tap of water
Spending time with yourself Image credit — Google ImagesIt was a sunny morning. As I walked through the house searching for Dad, I found him seated at one bright corner in our garden. Phone in his lap, the newspaper in his hands, deeply
Not sweating the small stuff Image credit — Google images“I just saw my first grey hair. I’m getting old :(“, was my cousin’s text last evening. “We all are. Relax,” I replied. “Hmm.” “I noticed permanent lines on my forehead today. There’s nothing that
Speaking to doctors Image credit — Google Images/CDCI lightly tapped at my bag, observing the hills from the window of the doctor’s room. Dad was seated next to me, quiet without any expression on his face. My brother was standing behind, holding
Learning to cherish the present “Mughal-e-Azam is about to air at 8 pm. Turn on the television,” my sister texted me one Sunday evening. Dad was in bed curling under the blanket for more warmth, while Mum was doing some
Being in the survival mode Image credit — Google ImagesThe sun was unusually warm for this time of the season, and Dad was resting on a small bed in the verandah waving off the flies. The flowers were finally blooming, and he was
Lending a helping hand Image credit — Google Images/NPRPatting Dad’s back, the doctor smiled and said, “I thought you’d be coming in a wheelchair, but if you’ve driven all the way on your own, then visit me again next month with your
A journalist by training, Mariyam Haider is a writer and performance poet in Singapore.
She is the researcher of the book The Billionaire Raj: A Journey Through India’s New Gilded Age written by James Crabtree.
Her writing has appeared in Hindustan Times, Livemint, Feminism In India, New Asian Writing and Kitaab.