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When my grandmother was first diagnosed with cancer, her immediate response was to turn to Paath [1] (a form of prayer in Sikhism) . Having raised two kids on her own and enduring social isolation as a result of doing so, a practical and logical woman chose spirituality and faith during an unexpected difficult period.   To quote Ralph W. Hood Jr. & Peter C. Hill, prayer at its core is defined as “communication addressed to God” [2] . This communication has its own varying ty

On a monsoon morning, around 10:30 AM,  I heard the gentle pitter patter of the rain hitting against the surface of the car,  I peered out the window,  A woman in a sari with white flowers in her hair, looked towards her left before crossing the road,  The man with white hair sat at the bus stop on his phone,  And the young boy sat  right next to him,  The auto with ‘Om’ written on the yellow hood,  An orange, red and green bus parked in random sequence,  A fruit-seller ridin

Kodoku lived a simple life - the type to be forgotten. He was a typical man who worked a 9-5 job as an accountant, fiddling with numbers all day. An introvert. It had always been this way, since his days at school. The quiet kid who didn’t talk unless he had a question, there was nothing special about him. In a world full of ordinary people, he would be right in the middle - not too ordinary and not too little ordinary, just ordinary. He didn’t have very many friends either,

when i was around the age of 13, covid had just hit. i spent all night chatting with pre-pubescent, and rude boys and hosting zoom calls to speak to my friends. when my mom was 13, she witnessed the death of her dad.  during grade 10, i spent my entire year drowning in books. i ate what and when i wanted, i slept where and when i wanted - no distractions, all focus. at the same time, a generation apart, my grandmother was cutting pencils in half so that my mom would have twic