A Toothless Clutch to a Hopeless Twirl

Frail, trembling hands grabbed the plastic chair, managing a jerky inch to the left, half a foot forward, then a rickety drag 37 degrees to the right. “Aha!”, he thought to himself, “Perfect”. Tonight he wanted to feel like a child again. Travel to the times of Radha and Krishna, listen with his back upright,...

Look Again

Do you look at yourself enough? Everyone else is looking at you all the time. If one day you saw yourself in the market, would you think you were looking at a stranger? For all those years of dressing up before the mirror, criticising your clothes for being too loose or tight or long or...

Look

Nest in Yourself Have you looked at yourself lately? Really spent time watching yourself? Do you know your scars and birthmarks like you do your lover’s? Have you noticed that extra crease starting to form in your bouquet of crows feet? Did you know your carotid peeks almost inconspicuously through your neck? And that the...

On Dancing

She stared at the opaque screen they call mirrors - the foggy glass a reflection of her clouded mind. A trembling hand rose, squeaky strokes uncertainly caressing the cold surface. She stood there, watching, unblinking. She stared beyond her large brown eyes, beyond the tangled cascade of hair that lay limp on her shoulder, reaching...