I did not think that I loved him this much. I didn’t know either that I would miss hearing his voice so much.

As we are wont to do, I took everything for granted – the sound of his voice, his words of advice, the gentle but unmistakable vibe of anger that lets you know he is not pleased about something.

My mum has always been the disciplinarian in the family – she never misses an opportunity to wield the big stick. But in a way, you get used to her and most times, you ...

Dedicated to W…chin up, girl – this too shall pass

The room was packed with people. I struggled for air. I grew weaker by the minute. I felt weightless and saw myself lie down on the floor, without meaning to. But I had no control over my body. The crowd was pushing, someone told me to get up. I knew I ought to. But I couldn't. Was I dying? It felt blissful. Why do people cry when someone dies? This was bliss. This was heaven...

I woke up with a jolt...covered in sweat. ...

I met my mother when I turned 4. She gave birth to me but I'm not sure I remember the first three years of my life. I woke up that fateful day and little imp that I was, decided to explore the world with a pair of scissors or a penknife. I forget which. I cut my finger and went crying to mum, my white dress splattered with blood. To my surprise, she calmly treated my finger and I thought I got off lightly. Little did I know my punishment was about to hit me, and hard too. Mum said I had to hold ...