Laughing, crying, praying, hoping, that things are going to change, Once again. Cornflowers and rose petals — glittering blue in the sun, while a single red flower, that doesn't have a name holds its own in the background, opening up to the bee that feasts on it hungrily. Cornflowers and rose petals — I long to drape [...]
Today was a fun day! I met up with my friend Roland who is visiting Ottawa for seven days. He flew in from Iqaluit on Thursday. His goal is to visit all the provinces and territories before he dies. He's 66 years old, an amazing photographer, and a passionate world traveller. I met him through [...]
The soul travels in bookstores, quiet moments, when walking under a leafy green tree on a sidewalk, hearing the leaves whisper softly, saying "I got you" and exhaling... ever so slowly, but with reassurance, knowing with a leap of certainty (not of faith), that it's all going to be ok, because there are verses of [...]
What does it mean to allow yourself to feel vulnerable? To be vulnerable is an act of courage in itself, because it is an extremely uncomfortable to let your true emotions show, to wear your heart on your sleeve, to ask for help when you need it. However, the upside is that you live deeply [...]
"Find the perfect stone" I say, as the sun meets us halfway. It glitters, still unknown to us, unaware that in a moment, it will be hurtling towards the water -- skimming, and skipping along, one, two, three times! and then a fourth, until it hits the stillness, dislodged -- yet victorious. Joining the others [...]
I recently had the honour of writing an article for Must be Kismet (a leading South Asian magazine & bridal show in Toronto) about queer weddings, featuring Haran Vijayanathan and Humza Mian, two amazing South Asian men who portray two grooms on their wedding day. The entire article and accompanying photos can be found here: [...]
This morning as I was sipping my tea and typing away on my laptop at the kitchen table, my Mom walked in and we took a break to enjoy the garden. I inhaled the gorgeous scent of our beautiful bright pink peony that had just bloomed. I wish there was a poem that could describe [...]
