Author Archives: aasthasvohra

My father and I, we had a beautiful relationship. I remember when I was a kid he’d wake me up to go to school he’d walk me to the bus stand. When I was fairly little and almost enjoyed going to school, we’d have about ten minutes of father daughter time before the bus arrived.Continue reading “Rasta”

Two words, “too close.” I wonder what they mean. I don’t understand why you’d use them for us, as we stand two feet apart, barely shaking hands, as if our touching would cause them to burn. Too close? I wonder, on the ride home. Last we met; I remember our hands intertwined, as we staredContinue reading “too close.”

The thing about grief is it creeps up on you In the most unexpected moments It comes in waves, Each time you think you will withstand the next one, It takes over you, knocking you out, drowning you In the sea of memories long gone. The thing about grief is that it sneaks up onContinue reading “GRIEF”