A Letter to Silly Young Me

I was merely a child of twelve, when one day, a wasp entered the class. Soon there was chaos as if Godzilla had entered, with students screaming, jumping and running around. Some did it just for fun as it was temporary relief from the…

The unheard screams of a child

Looks can often be deceptive. What we behold, may not be there. And yet what is there to be seen, we might not be able to comprehend. Lately, I have been scrutinising this notion with much assiduity only because I find it alarming and…