

What does boxed up mean?
Button, an interesting dialogue ensued between the grey and black strands of hair left on my head.
And they thrive side by side in the same home we share, Button!
Button, we have not written a post in a while and our readers will wonder if everything is well with us. Especially in pandemic times. Think of something, na. One of them has written in asking if we have done the disappearing act yet again!
My mother spotted my first grey hair when I was 23 while applying oil.
Button, I can see the blank look on your face.
(A first-person account by Messi, our ginger cat, who went missing.)
Button, I thought of saying goodbye to the family on the night of the incident.
Button, I don’t know about you but I constantly dig into my bag of memories whenever I feel sad and under the weather and they have never failed to draw me out of that gloom.
Button, I woke up one bright and sunny Sunday morning to find an obstacle in a corner of my left eye.