Thank You for Your Support

I always say that one of the nicest things about blogging is seeing those names of readers on your notifications who were in sense, with you when it all began. Of course, I don't claim to be a blog of epic proportions, worthy of offering endorsements or advertisements or such things, but what I mean…Read more Thank You for Your Support

Sweet Shop

Sweeet Shop I am the pearl of insulin upon the sliver of steel, Clear and pungent. I can take you back to the days when you roamed in the grass Like a freshly emerged butterfly Until your body refused to obey and you had to come indoors To blood tests, syringes and Pampers. But now,…Read more Sweet Shop

Motivational Graduates

 A few weeks ago I had the opportunity to film a panel of graduates who came to visit my university. Although my primary aim was to film, it turned out to be an incredibly motivational event for myself as well. Sometimes students do not realise the value of such events but they can really help…Read more Motivational Graduates

Lift Off

So here I am,  on the brink of my first holiday in a few years but what makes this all the more exciting and interesting is that it is an outing that is completely unsupervised. In 45 minutes we will have to wake up to get ready for the cab ride to London Gatwick. Yes,…Read more Lift Off

My Grandmother’s Kitchen

My Grandmother’s Kitchen The numb stone floor thuds against my shoe As my fingers graze the stained wood-mix worktops. I can see Mum searching for plastic bags In the shed that I used to play in. Triumphant, she comes in clutching An array of cobalt, green and white. “We will be leaving soon,” she says,…Read more My Grandmother’s Kitchen

Sonali

I see Malli standing at the water’s edge Mouth open in shock as the foam of the waves attacks his soles His arms tight around his chest. Nikhil is seated in the sand. An eagerly dug hole holds him prisoner. Golden grains Trap his tanned arms. He looks up at his brother, who’s accusing the…Read more Sonali

Babies are like Snow

Forget about the tiring days and nights spent looking after these teething monsters, believe me when I tell you that babies are like snow. How so? What on earth do you mean? Are you feeling ok? Yes I am, thank you very much for your concern. You see, nine months ago I became an uncle…Read more Babies are like Snow

Interviewing The Past

I bumped into a person the other day who made my mind wander about the past. He was a lifelong friend of my maternal granddad and he remembered him fondly with the words, "he was the best person. I miss him a lot." This frank admission made me hope that I would live such a…Read more Interviewing The Past

A Teenage Teacher

For the past four weeks, I have been teaching. Teaching is extremely different to tutoring. You can be a great tutor but that does not mean you will automatically be a great classroom teacher. I can almost imagine the hordes of teachers nodding their heads vigorously to this statement. They won't tell you but I…Read more A Teenage Teacher

Revenge Is Best Served….Printed?

The house has been in need of a printer for a few months now after the fairly recently purchased one went bust. I swear they seem to make purposely make them as fragile as a bird's skeleton. So I decided to surprise the family by buying one which I had found online and it came…Read more Revenge Is Best Served….Printed?

Playing It Safe: What Not To Say To Mum

It seems as though I have been spending more time at home recently which means that I have been getting in the way of my mum a lot more than usual. So I have now gained a bit of experience in how to relax whilst avoiding the angry glare or lectures of the mother. Well…Read more Playing It Safe: What Not To Say To Mum

Remembering Our Grandparents

Maybe it was something that popped up in a conversation recently or something I read, but today I feel like writing about my Grandparents. Four days before my eighth birthday, my grandparents passed away after a carbon monoxide leak in their home. Grandparents are unique in that we love them dearly because they treat us and…Read more Remembering Our Grandparents