Struggling to write a happy poem

So I wanted to write a happy poem. I'd make it all cheerful and smiley. But there was a catch, what would I write about? I thought of the things that make me happy. Relishing a mango, its luscious yellow flesh squishing between my fingers? Nah, that would be too shallow. How about reading Murakami? … Continue reading Struggling to write a happy poem



Yesterday I found the bookmark you had gifted me five years ago. It lay in a paperback between pages 8 and 9. The cover hadn't lost its gloss, and not a single page had creases. Odd, considering most of my books end up with dog-eared pages. Some have been read so long, they always stay … Continue reading Bookmark