Because I’m a magician.

In 1999, when I was ten, my dad took me to a magic show. The show was at four in the morning and I tried convincing him to let me sleep but nothing worked that day. "Rahim, this jaadugar will change your life!" he said and we went for the show. Turns out, he was right. Twenty years later - today - I'm the magician.....

My therapist is very weird.

I've always wondered what my therapist would be like if I ever went to one. I've also wondered what I would be like if I was a therapist. Well, I guess you could say this piece is a mixture of the two....

Mumbai 1.0

Mumbai 1.0 This is part one of a Mumbai series that I've planned. This one is to maybe help you see Mumbai through my eyes. The next part will be a conversation I had with somebody from Mumbai and their story. Do let me know in the comments section if you'd like that, and tell … Continue reading Mumbai 1.0

A different time.

Hora was a different twenty-year-old. Of course, she was exactly what no one wanted her to be - the creative kid. She lived in a weird city where everyone had latin names and strict destinies. It was believed that it was important to only do what was expected of you to set examples for other worlds, if there were any. Her name was latin for....

Old metaphors for love.

I don't have much to say except that this poem is based on one of the oldest metaphors for love - beaches (or oceans or water, whatever it is). It goes something like this - "In 2008, I was a scarecrow standing at the edge of the world where the sand and the water conversed for days...."