It seems to me that it has been a long time since I blogged about the ongoings of my life. In past blogging excursions, I have felt the need to embellish the fact with fiction to make the recounting palatable. It wasn't always this way on this blog. I was more forthcoming, less concealing, more... 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 →
This poem is an update to the original one I wrote for the 2019 NaPoWriMo. Your (Updated) Horoscope for the Week: - You will be visited by a purple thunderstorm in a dream. It will be what you think it is.- Gift your favourite book to a new friend. Gift wrap it with a yellow... 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 →
One In my dream, there is a quiet verandahof an ancient temple. The blue light falls like a shadow over the verandah and me.I wait for a leaf to stir me awake, a prayergong to sound, for even my cat to appearbut nothing moves here, not even me. I carry this dream around like a talismaninside... 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 →
