life

As I stood there watching him scrape away the rustling dry leaves off the unnamed grave, I was left wondering; Would there be someone who would do the same at mine long after I am a distant memory? It was a hot and humid friday afternoon and even though an hour of prayers in the stifling mosque had done wonders for me psychologically, it had been rather taxing physically. I had come out raring to rush home when I had suddenly remembered that there was a grave there that I had wanted to visit for a while now....

“Each one of us is hurtling towards death. Yet here we are, for the moment, alive. Each of us knowing that we are going to die. Each of us secretly believing that we wont.” I am no stranger to death… Death has been my sibling ever since I was one. Even though I was far too young to realize it then, something died in me that fateful day. Something bright; something resembling love....

Do you remember the last time you put your hand in your pocket and found a long-forgotten piece of chocolate? Imagine my surprise when I found a full bar of CRUNCH in my jacket pocket on my way to class! I tell you, it’s the most wonderful feeling on a cold, dry winter evening. Tra-la-la-la la-la-la la! I love chocolate! I love the snow that’s coming down on me later tonight....

It still seems like it all happened yesterday. Of course, for those of you who know me well, you will know that i have been bitten by dogs. Yes, plural. Thrice. Is there something so out-of-the-ordinary about it? No. Am I gonna be talking about those incidents here? Nope. Not now 🙂 So what do i want to share with you today? Most of the other bites that i have gotten in my life come either from my little cousins or my nephews or nieces....

Isn’t the futility of life glaringly obvious when we look back on our own small set of adventures on this planet that has paved way for many of man’s mistakes? Do we not spend our whole lives looking for answers because we think that the next answer would change something, make our lives a little less miserable? But isn’t it also obvious that the truth is that we know that when we run out of questions, we run of out of not only answers, but also hope?...