She hoped to be remembered for even a fleck of goodness present in her. And for none of the bad. She had simple thoughts, complicated aims. She dreamed of being a better person; of doing the greater good. She didn’t think she got far. She needed contentment, confidence, and freedom. She fought with herself for all those … More My Obituary
How can ‘bye’ be good? I have hated goodbyes since I was a chubby girl with unruly hair and a big appetite for ice-cream and tears. I cried hysterically every time grandparents left after a visit. I cried plenty when schools were changed every other year. That meant an addition to my list of friends … More Never a ‘GOOD’-bye for me
I feel like a young kid again, tipsy and ridiculously in love. You know how everything looks less unnerving, more poetic, and most exhilarating? Yes, that feeling. That is exactly what’s going on in my over-cooked, writer brain. It’s my love for words, yet again. It’s my love for a profession I dare say is mine. … More My words give me wings
Reading bits about terror attacks, disease and sexual assaults in today’s news was already unbearable. And then my eyes caught this. A 90-year old humanitarian got arrested for feeding the homeless in Fort Lauderdale, Florida. I re-read everything because I thought maybe it was some sickening fiction. No I had struck luck. This was atrocious non-fiction at its best. … More When feeding the homeless becomes a crime
Nida Khan Writes 