I grew up in a collectivistic society, where the question, “What do you want to be when you grow up?” wasn’t open-ended.
The only acceptable answer, especially for those who performed better than average at school, was a Doctor or an Engineer. …
Dear Ladies of the Big City,
Black Friday sales have come and gone, and you find your wallets and self-esteem a lot lighter than usual. The Holiday season is upon us, and as you already know, this is the worst time to be single and alone.
You might find yourself…
A window that doesn’t open,
Large antennae sticking out,
Take it in slowly now,
Don’t let thoughts wander.
Soapy hands move clockwise,
Going round and round,
Today, then again tomorrow,
Seeking unlikely control.
Bad memories flood in,
Sharp sleets of anger,
Wounds threaten to reopen,
Bring me back right now.
…
Before one starts writing, we have visions of a typewriter by the open window, a messy room with scattered papers, and a cup of lukewarm coffee by the bedside, forming the recipe for the next bestselling novel. However, in reality, this journey often starts with feelings of intimidation.
We Google…
Most people pretentiously like sun-rises and choose to believe that there’s something positive to look forward to every morning. It’s like we decided to collectively delude ourselves into waking up early and hoping that today will be better than yesterday — that this act has some meaning.
In contrast, she…
The faceless shape of fear,
Permanently plastered across
The rearview mirror,
Disappearing slowly, softly.
I find myself dreaming,
— of the future.
A place where I know,
What matters,
And what to leave behind.
Why did I get up,
This morning was unusual,
That unmissable drive within,
A toe in the fight…
I had a pack of cheddar cheese waiting in my refrigerator. It’s been good, it’s been patient, and I had a promise to keep. Before it expires, I was to make a crisp grilled cheese, sprinkle some pepper and consume it.
I gave it no warnings and just decided to…
There’s some loose hair at the back of my neck, and I am currently fighting the urge to chop them off. With the wind from my fan, they brush against my skin, creating a sensation akin to a bug crawling on my body.
And while not knowing how to process…
Allow me to transport you to early 2019, when the times were simpler, and crowds gathered for no discernible purpose whatsoever. A mediocre post-apocalyptic horror movie was randomly released on Netflix, wherein demons drove people suicidal through the gift of sight.
We helped the movie producers earn some serious moolah…
When the journey’s blurry,
Makes scarce sense,
It’s me who’s lacking,
Sieve wrong from right.
Can’t trace the beginning,
How to push forward?
Stuck and buried under,
No comfort on the horizon.
Fancied not knowing,
Meet riveting rest stops,
Sleep soundly today,
Awaken gently tomorrow.
A dry forehead,
Rhythmic beating of…
