Confessions of a Merry Monk

  On Children And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said, Speak to us of Children.      And he said:     Your children are not your children. They …

I was drifting in and out of consciousness in the emergency room, throwing up the black, liquid charcoal that the nurses had made me drink to combat the poison in …

With no end to my suffering in sight and no outlet, I was a bomb ready to explode at any moment. I started acting out. At my high school, students …

With all the tension in the house, and feeling confused about the old man, a switch had flipped in me. Although at the time, I thought all households were like …

When my brother and I were old enough to go to school, my mother started working at a Tesco supermarket, stacking shelves with toilet paper. She tells me she saw …

I didn’t even know I was a victim of child sexual abuse until I was much older. That what had happened, the way he touched me, was actually inappropriate behaviour …

I was four years old when my father, with help from his family in Kenya, had enough to put a down payment on a semi-detached, two-and-a-half-bedroom house on a tree-lined …

I was born in London, England, in 1980, to an extremely gentle Hindu-Brahmin mother and a non-religious Jain father who had a business-focused mind, and, at times, a questionable work …

It was a crisp Friday in February. Friday the 13th to be exact. Unlucky for some, but the most auspicious day in the book of my as life, it turned …

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