Mere Walla Pink

Long before brown, I saw life through pink-tinted glasses. Not with the shocking levity of roses’ flush but with the subtle grace of its baby-blushed counterpart. The brown was my mother’s rebuttal to my father’s unconscious indulgence of his first-born girl. Complemented with placid creams, pristine whites, even a sunny spot of yellow, the omnipresent … Continue reading Mere Walla Pink

No Appetite For Seconds

We called it our aeroplane. The epithet was misplaced. It should have been rocket- equally temperamental and majestic. That was my father’s white ambassador- his first car. It looked massive to my six-year-old self. You could roll down the dark tinted windows, honk its horn, play hide and seek in it and if you were … Continue reading No Appetite For Seconds