Haircuts were like wanting to touch your nose with your tongue; impermissible, unless you were a giraffe. “Hair is beauty, hair is gift and hair is a treasure that has to be nursed and nurtured like a li’l baby”- this resonated within the walls of my house to a point where I realised even the … Continue reading Tresse-meh


Knock ,whack, thwack and more

Looking at him, I could feel the envy rising within me, "Lucky lad!" I was standing on the maple wood floor of our church, singing in a language I didn’t understand- Syriac, when the stifled clink of a coin hitting the floor reached my ears. Looking in the direction of the sound, I saw a … Continue reading Knock ,whack, thwack and more