THE WONDER

Tales and Confessions

  • Winter’s Hymn

    Part I Walking through the nearly deserted woods, I felt the wind weaving through the trees, playfully catching my sleeves—a subtle reminder that I had, once again, narrowly evaded death’s clutches. The oppressive shadow of illness was lifting at last, replaced by the invigorating flow of blood that pulsed vibrantly through my veins, a welcome… Continue reading

  • Amsterdam

    Walking through the dimly lit alley, the window of a peculiar shop snagged my attention with its odd display. Amidst the nondescript brick facades, this window brimmed with an eclectic mix: smurfs, tiny mushroom houses, and an assortment of smoking paraphernalia. It dawned on me rather quickly that I was in front of one of… Continue reading

  • Beneath the Moonlit Canopy: Reflections on Movement and Stillness

    In a world traced by invisible lines, a child traces the sky, her fingertips sensing the subtle eddies and flows of the unseen. She plays—a talismanic dance, hoping to deflect the shadows of potential misfortunes, transforming them into benign whispers that slide harmlessly off the surfaces of her world. Things, unknown and unnamed, fascinate her.… Continue reading

  • Murmurs in the Rain

    Dr. Harvey-Alexander, the psychiatrist , towered, a structure of a man, his limbs stretching awkwardly as if pulled by invisible strings, an amateur cartoonist’s rendering in exaggerated, whimsical proportions. His name, too grand for casual utterance, was a double-barrelled shot of middle-class aspiration that struck me afresh with discomfort each time it was wielded. Opposite… Continue reading

  • Metamorphosis

    Towards the end of 2015, I found myself teetering on the precipice of sanity. Life, in its perverse humour, tossed one final calamity my way—this time, a catastrophic breakdown. This was not merely any breakdown but the grand finale of two years spent wading through an emotional swamp, brimming with fear, isolation, and an acute… Continue reading