Convent school

​Day 20- Write a narrative poem detailing a specific childhood memory.   And when they tried to hit me with their wooden rulers (half of the cross that they worshipped every day) those nuns with their ironed habits and wrinkled brows. I told them in the only language that they knew, "you're gonna go to … Continue reading Convent school


The essence of songs: words or music? 

The other day, I had an interesting conversation with Kabir Uncle. He is in his late sixties and I am in my late teens.  While we sat there drinking tea, which I found too strong and he found too weak, I decided to interrupt the sound of silence with some music.  I know what you’re thinking. … Continue reading The essence of songs: words or music?