Scrolling down my feed For the first time, I didn’t feel alone. I felt I could relate to someone, Even to people unknown. Because as I read through, All the stories they had to tell, I knew I had lived those stories, And seen all those fears dwell. I had come across the demons And … Continue reading #MeToo


Bad kid

I know I grew up to be a bad kid.   I remember the time When the only objective of my life Was to be my dad’s pride. He was my hero My mentor My guide. I would run up  to him Each time I was scared. Whenever I was troubled like some angel He … Continue reading Bad kid