Monday 23 December 2013

A Letter to Santa



At the Palladium, Lower Parel.

Dear Santa,

I don't want a fancy gift or expensive clothes

Neither do I want shiny jewellery or leather coats

Nor do I want to lead a luxurious living.

All I want is friendship that is true,

Love that is unconditional,

A promise made that ain't gonna be broken,

Trust which is worthy of it,

Respect which isn't namesake and

A life with not just puzzles but its solutions as well.

I know it’s not feasible,

Is it because I've been a bad kid? Or it is too much of good to ask for?

I guess I'll never know.


Note: This was originally written last year 24th December when I did not own a Blog. So I thought I'd share it on the same day this year!
:)

Wednesday 4 December 2013

I love my country and I am proud of its rich and varied heritage. Is that so?

FlashFiction#1

He was just a kid. Born in a poor family, all he heard time after time as he grew up was that he was born in the wrong race. Nobody could blame him; and they couldn't let him live freely either. His family was insecure and scared. War between the superior and inferior race. They took away his everything; his parents, siblings. He had no one. He became helpless. He was lost, but he had nowhere to go. If only he had a different skin.. things would've swung his way.. 

Why do we love our motherland indeed? Is it because of how wonderful our culture is? Our history has been revolutionary? What about the likes of those who were and are ill treated by the very place they were born in? Aren't they supposed to love their motherland? Don't they deserve a place they can safely call "home"?

African civil war ridden countries.. Libya.. Racism between the whites and the colored.. Congo.. Lebanon.. it goes on and on.. 

Do they love their country? - For her rich and varied heritage?