In search for the brightest one I used to believe in heavenly skies, with their stars and constellations, for me to gaze. I used to crave to sleep under their watchful eyes, as my grandmother would deck up the courtyard
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
Personal archive. Hong Kong.The whistling winds by my window, the smoothness of their ice. The greying of those structures around me, through the darkening of the skies. They speak to me freedom. Speak to me life. It is lonely, as my
Image credit — LadyBird Images/GoogleIf you haven’t watched Lady Bird, you shouldn’t read this blog. If you have watched it and cried, you should read this. If you watched and didn’t cry, then you should definitely read it. If there is beauty
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
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
Undergoing physical pain Image credit — Google Images“It will only be a small prick”, said the nurse as she inserted a peripheral venous catheter (pvc) into Dad’s arm to begin the chemotherapy medication for the day. She had strapped a band near his
The value of self-reliance Image credit — Google ImagesDad’s an all-rounder. He is a fixer of things. Like a genie, he almost always find solutions to the problems of our house. From fixing a flat tyre to recalibrating an old grandfather clock, from
When emotions take over unexpectedly Image credit — Google imagesHaving an ill parent often means that your emotions are on tenter hooks. Regardless of how much you’re accustomed to the illness, its side effects, its pain, and its outcome; the anxiety never ceases
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.