Forget the leftover change at the kirana store, run towards the auto, and run out of breath. You're going to be a few minutes late to the next meeting and even though you're sweating under your warm hair, you don't sweat this stuff anymore. Your ears are flowing with the sound of the simulated ocean.... Continue Reading →
Strap it in, folks. I am about to tell a story while I still can, and also because this is the only way to somehow put it out there. I chickened out. I have to say that first and get it out of the way. Folks who know me in person would never attest that... Continue Reading →
I figured this format could become an on-going story series. Part 1 is here. I am ashamed of sharing my feelings with him. A lizard runs across the bathroom ceiling as I am brushing my teeth. I stare at it, look at it without hesitating. It looks back at me. I continue brushing my teeth.... Continue Reading →
Disclaimer: Not all of this is true. Not all of it is false. Maybe it is my teeth, I think to myself shying away from my reflection in the bathroom mirror. Some baking soda should do it, make them brighter, cleaner, and it would help amble things along. I've dimmed all the lights and lit... Continue Reading →
My friend recently finished reading Wyrd Sisters by Terry Pratchett. I had promised to send him my copy of the book by Speed Post. I had imagined that with the book I would send him a letter. I would write it on the letter writing pad I bought in Seattle two years ago. The paper... Continue Reading →
I bring out an old bottle of transparent nail varnish and polish my nails with it to dissuade myself from biting my nails close to the skin. It hurts when I touch the keyboard, wash the thousandth vessel of the day, and when I accidentally graze my hands against the desk. I pray with the... Continue Reading →
Often times, I find myself thinking about a scene from the book 'The Bear and the Nightingale' which I read last year. The protagonist, Vasya, is a teenage girl living in a fictional Russian village called Lesnaya Zemlya. Snow is falling fast and she has run away from her house into the forest on her... Continue Reading →
Dear 'Friends Who I Didn't Get Back To' A heaviness has come over my brain, a sort of fuzziness, if you will. If we could sit down together, I might be able to tell you about it. It doesn't have to be this way that we carry on in older decorums and spill our hearts... Continue Reading →
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