I once rented an apartment, that earlier belonged to someone else. Someone who loved lavender, as the walls of the living room indicated, Someone who liked the morning sun pour onto their bedroom sheets, While the window lay curtain less
Getting to know my late grandfather, through his book collection Last weekend, I decided to wander in my neighbourhood, with only one agenda. Find myself a corner to read along with some breakfast. As I climbed up the hill in
My journey from being an atheist to a believer “I don’t know how to revel in happiness. In success. I get too scared thinking, what if things turn around bad tomorrow,” said a friend over a call last week. We
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
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.