In this page, I sketch scenes/shots of a novel that I have been thinking about for the past ten years. It is a magic real tale of a woman who has to face her past, mourn it and reconcile with it. Along the journey she almost loses her sanity, as…

I tried to use ChatGPT to write this first blog post, but it had too much of Carrie Bradshaw. I will try to reflect on the process of tweaking the prompt to get it to do what I want and failing constantly. Let me know how differently you would have…

I broke mother’s heart numerous times. Have failed her many more. I’m sorry maman. For not being there when you needed me most, abandoning you when I felt abandoned; for not pursuing your dreams, the ones you sacrificed so that you can raise your children; for not ever getting married…

In the one year of boxing lessons that you took in a gym run by a former lightweight champion in Toronto you learnt that the first most common boxing injury is nose bleed. Ring doctors stop the bout if they suspect that the bleeding is caused by a nose fracture…

Going under was a process. It began with tears brimming her eyes. She would then begin to feel her face flashing with heat. The wave of warmth flowed from her neck down to her body. Once the sound of floating liquid packed her ears, water would finally begin to stream…

They say there are two types of writers. Architects and gardeners. Abstract and intuitive writers if you like. I’m the latter. So I pinch and twist the plot, tie and undo its knots as I write here. I aim to share this process of gardening with you, of cultivating the…

Father used to tell the story of the girl who was cursed to cry for all eternity. Her freedom was contingent upon brimming a barrel with her tears. But the curse made it so that no matter how much she cried, the tub didn’t even get wet. *** Leila is…

He is silent. The only sound filling the room is the burble of the small fountain in the corner. Dusty particles float in the air in the thick ray of sun that is shining through the window. You want to thank him for seeing you but your throat tightens up…

She kicks her shoes off as she struggles to keep the chador intact. But the slick fabric stubbornly keeps sliding down her hair, onto her shoulders. A tallish man shows her the way with his extended hand gesture. He is wearing one of those cone shaped hats that men in…