Introducing: Ms Karma

Karma ain't a bitch. 

She is an elderly matron who is having a drink, studying the map, and making notes. She is constantly watching the gate and clicking photos of those who go out, come in late, or kicks the dog.

She is the lamp post around the corner that stands her ground, 3 feet deep, and realigns your face if needed. 

She is a glass pane that sees through you and slices you up if you don't respect her. 

She is the unseen bird in the sky that sees the world you live in and drops a warning that wont leave your hair for a long time.

She is a patient woman who stays quiet, bites down on her mouth piece and swings from her fences, as you catch a nap. 

She is an observer who watches you from far, sees you slacken and hurries forward to hasten your fall. 

She is the unseen invigilator who sees what you write, listens to what you didnt say, knows what you truly are.

Then one fine day, she'd take the fire-iron, get behind the person of interest and shoves it in. Happens all unawares, leaves undetected but ensures the press notices it.

Karma ain't a bitch.

Karma is a bad-ass babe with poise, restraint and immaculate timing.

Father's Day

Yesterday was Fathers’ day.

Fathers are heroes without capes, angels with a mustache, the pillars of strength, the silent lovers…social media was flooded with sepia colored photos, sappy rhetoric and certainly a lot of love.

But they aren’t any of that. Or, perhaps a lot more. But they are also something else.

They are the ones who fall silent under questions like:

How you saved enough for a rainy day? Do you understand? Do you love me? When will you stop believing in your stupid friends? Why do you waste money on these silly things? Why don’t you do something? Why can’t you be like HIM?

They are the ones who leave for work wishing that it would be a better day than yesterday. Wishing that the trousers fit, not worried because it isn’t healthy, but it would mean another purchase.

Smiling embarrassed when an old classmate reminds him of the young rebel who wanted to change the world, but now looking at grocery bills and wondering if the total is correct.

Feeling angry when she asked why they can’t go for a cruise when her friend’s family took even their grandparents along.

Realizing that his daughter outgrew the birthday parties she could never host at home because the house was small.

Wondering why his temper gets ahead of him so often and regrets the words that left his mouth, and hopes it would be alright in a day or two. Or never.

Shares a laugh with his friends over a drink and wishes he could start all over.

Unsure if he loves them enough or is there something he has forgotten.

Unused gym memberships, unread books on the shelf, wasted appointments with the Doc.

I will do it tomorrow. I will win the lottery. I will do better.

With a wry smile, he gets into bed, looks at the ceiling and wonders why sleep never comes.

He is insecure, worried, stressed out.

He is flawed.

But he gets a day in a year he is called a Super hero.