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 →
I see the decapitated head of a baby in the morning on my news feed. It has been raining incessantly this day, week, year, and all the lakes in the city are overflowing. I am told to follow my dreams on the weekend, and on the weekdays, I work through my bleeding skin to pay the taxes on time. I... Continue Reading →
I know that the stories are true — That when things go wrong, other things get betterThat between the two worlds, in an unnamed space, a story resides and belongs to no one but itselfThat when the wound is nursed with frozen ice, it thaws a little; changes from stubborn to willing to talk about... 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 →
I had briefly forgotten how it feels to be defeated by one’s own life and the circumstances of reality. At times, I aspire to be the kind of person who accepts reality and goes on knowing that the world is not an ideal place and the general disposition for coping involves playing the crooked game... Continue Reading →
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