Candy or Therapy?

"Hi mother! I think I might need therapy." I chirp this out loud as if I am five all over again asking mom, again, for the most expensive, the most colourful candy in the entire store. Except I had spent months deciding on this. While coming to terms with the how and the when and …

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Expressive Arts Therapy

What is therapy? Therapy is a safe and a non-judgmental space that provides the client with an opportunity to discuss personal issues and deal with psychological disorders. Therapy may be opted for mild counselling or for severe situations like ADHD, depression, bipolar disorder etc.   What are expressive arts? Expressive arts are a bunch of …

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Broken

When I tell you I have tasted colours I mean that I have literally chewed my purple crayon. Not that I have gulped it and begged people to love me because I am colourful. Or have I? My, two-year-old, sister childishly threw an old, broken crayon away. " It's broken. I don't want broken." She …

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It is her

It's her She slides her finger along my skin. And her nails always crack me up. Everytime she smiles, I fill her into spaces of mine. And somewhere I know, her smiles belong to me. Wonder, how at-peace her lover might be. And you know what? I have felt her lips. Her lip-cracks heal into …

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Almost

Almost My purple floor has two dry stains of purpled blood. And like physical beauty, those two stains validate my existence. But within, I am heart-scented sweat. Within, I am left over sips of tears. I am haunted.  Almost. I have not been sleeping these days. Moving objects and dead eyes, zebras lying flat and …

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