264 words Daily Schedule 7:05 am: Alarm8:00 am: Workout. Ponder over the worst things that have happened to me in the theatre of my mind 10:00 am: Use a brown eyeliner because it is softer, apply only sunscreen because it is too humid, leave for work.1:00 pm: Listen to vegetarians exclaim how they're vegetarian. Again.... Continue Reading →
614 words Yesterday, I took myself to the movies. I have always enjoyed partaking in my hobbies alone, but not exclusively. If I have company, I will go along, but if I don't, I am not averse to going out by myself. In fact, I enjoy it. I remember watching The Revenant alone and felt... Continue Reading →
607 words I dreamt that my phone fell from the balcony of my house, and though I went downstairs, I did not pick it up, instead I took an auto and went elsewhere. Even in my dream, I am afraid of seeing broken things or facing little destructions; I am afraid of all the work... Continue Reading →
601 words Encouraged by a friend, I wanted to record a video of me talking about this and that; it wasn't supposed to be all that serious, just fun and games. I recorded many takes, one of which was noisy, one was pointed but politically incorrect, and another was longish. Eventually, unhappy with each take,... Continue Reading →
We simply seek to speak our truth before we get mangled by other people's bullshit ideas of us. Saira, We Are Lady Parts Finished another journal and I have done the usual, small ritual to stack it away with the others. I leafed through my own sometimes-hurried, sometimes-peaceful handwriting and found traces of the months... Continue Reading →
Dear S, This is your warning: a baked cherry tomato has steam trapped inside it and you could burn the roof of your mouth. You may loathe to write Dear at the beginning of a journal entry, but you are dear to me, nonetheless. Even if I don't show it. Even if it has been... Continue Reading →
Or: spitting facts / stating the truth in no chronological order / that happened I hurt my right wrist during an intense strength training session. Our fitness trainer seemed to have lost her bearing on what is acceptable pressure to be applied on the human body. My hurt wrist reminds me of the persistent injury... Continue Reading →
With a lot of hiccups and pauses, I am trying to read literature from 100 years ago. I pick up a page or two and life, usually in the form of a notification or a chore or a thoughtless distraction, gets in the way. My mind is like a room full of scattered belongings strewn... Continue Reading →
Wearing a mascara is all fun and games until you have to remove it. Leaving the black caked liquid on my eyelashes is not an option but every time I need to do a cleansing routine, it is as if the day’s worries have descended upon them. In the many weeks that have passed since... Continue Reading →