Tomorrow Never Comes

photo by Caleb Woods via Unsplash The last time you had held me on your lap, you had pointed out to the great blue canvas stretching out above us like the roof of a circus tent. "That's where I'll be going and when I'm back, we can play as much as you want, promise!" you said. Well …

Daily Prompt: Unfinished

Dear Papa, I started writing this the day they prescribed the medicine to put you to rest. We ran from one door to another, hoping to find the magical one behind which lay all the answers to the disease eating away your soul. To all the millions of deities that made their homes on our land, …

This one’s for you, Papa

  It's raining outside...I can't see the raindrops make a mess of things but the sound of their eager splatter echoes inside the room. The sudden darkening of the day outside is so symbolic. Just like the shade that my mood swings cast on my naturally "sunny disposition". I think of all the things that …