In this world of little forgotten things, finding one’s true purpose seems to be of quintessential significance. You got to have an unwavering, steadfast reply to the question “ Who are you”? I don’t have one. I’d like to say, “Hey, I’m Sandra, I’m a writer”, but that’s just a load of crap. I’m no […]
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Author: Sandra David
The Unsent Letters
Dear Reader, I have always loved letters but in my 22 years and 11 months of existence, I have only received two letters and written one. When I was younger, I’d write long letters on the back of my notebooks namely to anybody I knew back home, then I’d carefully re-write them, tuck them into […]
Pain and I
I guess, that day comes in every person’s life when they have to utter the words–‘It’s gonna be all right’. Four words that are supposed to heal a broken heart, give it hope and encourage it to move on. If only, that was so easy! I’ve used this line countless times with friends, parents and […]
What Dreams May Yet Come True
There was a girl looking straight at me, slightly confused, mildly annoyed, her kohl smeared face, her frizzy and unkempt hair reminded of the person I was scared of becoming. She didn’t look familiar. She looked distraught and unhappy but as I continued to look at the reflection in the mirror, my mind went into the […]
The Inheritors Of Hypocrisy
Being born an Indian means inheriting a big book of rules, principles and society norms as soon as we are born. We are taught from an early age that our behaviour reflects our family’s reputation and status, to listen and obey is considered a sign of goodness, to compromise and sustain a bad relationship is […]
That Story Again..
I watch her as she adjusts the cushions on her bed, wraps the blanket around her little body, hugs her teddy tight and looks at me eagerly and asks ‘Won’t you come to bed with me Mamma’. I lie next to her in bed, my face resting on the side of her shoulder, her tiny […]
Saying Goodbye..
Saying Goodbye is a daunting task. I remember the day my grandmother was buried, me and my grandfather stood by the door and wept in each other’s arms. We cried till we couldn’t cry anymore, because this Goodbye was our final goodbye, there were no see-you again later’s, or call me when you reach. This […]
Policing The Indian Woman
When you are a girl of about eight, and you tell your parents and relatives that you want to be a police woman, you get a pat on your back and a smile, but fast forward the same statement by 10 years, and the smile disappears into a smirk and you hear, ‘You’re a girl […]
The Truth About Depression
While sitting outside a café or at a beach or simply just walking down the street, I like to watch people. I like the old grumpy uncle in my apartment who never smiles, but dotes on his dogs. I love to see little Emily play with her nanny. I admire the gorgeous Lebanese lady and her amazing […]
A Perfect Moment
If someone were to ask you, about a moment that you could create that could be absolutely perfect, what would it be? Have you ever thought about that? Somewhere you could be, far far away from the traffic, noise, madness, anger, frustration, maybe in the arms of your loved one, or surrounded by children, or […]
To Chekov
When I was young, I was a little bit of an ugly duckling, not that I had no friends, but I was always conscious about my appearance, and to get out of this self obsessing habit, I used to read, I read almost everything I could get my hands on. Reading opened my world, I travelled around places , across time and […]
Happy New Year?
29 days have gone by since New Year’s Day yet nothing has changed. Resolutions etched in my mind, resemble the carvings I once made on tree barks and old walls, hoping they would remain there forever, but they were seldom noticed, or then just wore off. ** I’m not a big fan of resolutions, it’s […]