Disclaimer: This is an incoherent rant. Expectations have been set. I refuse to believe that art or literature is an adequate, all-encompassing expression for human life. It’s an excellent outlet and representative, of course, but it’s not comprehensive. Sometimes, words are inadequate to explain how we feel. Additionally despite our “open conversations” these days, I’ve observed... Continue Reading →
The sun had just set. I knew because I heard the call to the maghrib prayer. It was still a long time before it would become dark, though. He was walking me home. We passed by a local restaurant we used to frequent during college. I pointed towards it, and we laughed. We spoke about... Continue Reading →
Something is wrong. When I think about it rationally, I convince myself that this is all a figment of my imagination and that I am getting ahead of myself. I’m not a rational person, so when I think about it in my fundamental state - that is instinctive, I have a feeling that something is... Continue Reading →
While I love my Chanel perfume as much as the next girl, I think nothing beats the smell of a freshly baked sweet dish, specially one that has vanilla essence. When I took out the tray of bread and banana pudding today, the house was filled with a mirth that one could touch in the... Continue Reading →
Number 4 on my list of things I don't like are these people who meet you after a long period of time and they spend the first ten minutes telling you everything that's wrong with your body or your appearance. I mean, if I want to know all my appearance flaws, I'll just go to... Continue Reading →
This morning I woke up and recalled the dream I had. I was in a foreign land. The runway met the city without any barriers. I walked out of the plane and into the (clean) streets. I stayed in a house from where I could see the square which had a large fountain in the... Continue Reading →
It is very quiet in the room. I'm all alone and the small, yellow light keeps me company. Under it, I've just finished reading A Book of Simple Living by Ruskin Bond. I think about the ferns, geraniums, walnuts, oaks and deodars generously mentioned in the book. I can hear the silence float in the... Continue Reading →
Earlier this week, I found myself completely unstitched, and then sewed up back again by the end of it. While trying to keep up, I thought of Kintsugi and what it would mean to glue our broken souls with liquid gold. If we could see souls, all of us would be walking skies with glowing... Continue Reading →
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