The Cultic Conglomerate of Readers
I can tell I look: either really good or really bad because, the stares. I balance the attention like a pot of water on my head and make it inside the mat. My sister and my cousin sit together and I take a window seat. I realize that my legs peeping through my blue shorts […]
Drawing the Moral Parallel Between Dostoyevsky and Edith Wharton
Reading the books of old always feels like a camaraderie, spending time at operas, book clubs, plays, tea party’s all often positively exacerbated with intellectual literary discussions and the usual gossip about who’s been married one too many times. As such, turning the final page on one of them leaves you with an exhaustion only […]
Get Well Soon
I am not great at being a patient. I remember times when I would go to the hospital to get a diagnosis, and then skip the prescriptions because I only needed to know what was wrong. I seemed to think I would befriend my infections into benignity if I knew who they were. Unwell, or […]
Riding the Tides
I bumped into love. I am sorry because I know in my last letter about falling for someone, I said I wouldn’t fall in love anymore, but walk into it calmly, with sanity…yet on Sunday evening of 14th January, love turned up behind me and I bumped into him. I had traveled on the night […]
Mine is a Non-linear Approach to Life
My mornings start with a desire to accomplish all that I need to do in the day. While a to-do list is supposed to tell the order in which to do those things, mine is just an indication of all that needs to be done and the fact that I am the one to do […]
The Nostalgia that Sprouted on my Balcony
I am a very sentimental person. I value things that remind me of places and people, especially those that I remember fondly, sometimes even the ones that bear memory of certain specific pains that I can’t move past. The symbol of my healing then, is when I get to finally throw the object away, whatever […]
Departures Arrivals
My depressive episode left this morning. I saw the silhouette of her departure, standing in the doorway of the mess she left behind, waving gently like a child in a horror movie. I smiled at her, the rigid muscles of my face creaking, ashes falling onto the dusty floor beneath my bare feet. I had […]
Adopting a Child’s Excitement
Tomorrow is Miss H’s birthday. She is turning six. Since her last birthday, we have been talking incessantly about her next birthday. And by we, I mean she. She has over the year, outlined everything she wants. The mass of her cake keeps shifting. Sometimes, it is nine kgs, sometimes thirteen, sometimes four. Never less. […]