Story Series: Part 2

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 →

Notes From a Fragrant Night

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 →

Cover Me in Sunshine

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 →

Second Hand Living

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 →

Maybe It Is Out There

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 →

Letter Writing

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 →

Sign of the Times

He brought me a book of poems on his return, a handbook of scripture written around the city of love. Everything is broken, untended, jamun trees lying upturned reaching out to the sky. It’s been three days since betrayal came home and perched itself on the sofa, there’s one place less to sit. From the... Continue Reading →

Time is a Flat Circle

The streets are deserted and it's all very silent. You'd think that the silence would be loud enough to hear, don't you? I cannot hear it unless I stop everything I am doing and go look outside. The chaos and the grief in my own head is so much. You don't need me to tell... Continue Reading →

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