A girl called Zimbabwe

The rims of her eyes looked swollen and red, like she had been crying. Her hair was chaotic, like she had just been out on a windy day. The multicoloured dress she wore – black, red, yellow, green, white – was speckled with what looked like soup stains. But beneath her harried exterior, I saw a beauty that overshadowed her evident predicament.

Family reunion – the downside

There are things we say because we are still young and inexperienced when it comes to life; cliché kind of statements. At parties, weddings, family reunions, or any such kinds of settings. Statements we grew up hearing adults say to certain people in certain situations. Such statements, when we grow, and learn a bit more about life, we must just abandon.