My Faceless Date

“You’re late” He muttered, his voice heavy, his annoyance on its third trimester. That’s just as well. I didn’t want to come anyway. I was the one to initiate this meeting though, so I apologized. There was no going back. Not even the hisses from my tenacious insecurities would dissuade me today. I hate confrontation. … Continue reading My Faceless Date →

EMPATHY MAY

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At one point she said,” Maybe you feel too much because you remember too much. Why hold onto all that?” And barely holding myself together I said,” Where....where do I put it all down?”

Deciduous & Clown

I haven’t held my pen for far too long I fear I’ve lost my steady hand. No harm, no foul, I don’t intend to be poetic anyway. I wanted to throw in a myriad of metaphors and irony that would throw you so far off guard you wouldn’t be able to see my point. But not today. That said, if at any point you think I am writing about you, I promise you, I am.

Gossip Girl

Then this boy that night, mid-conversation, several bluetooth scopes out of topic, had simply blurted those simple words. I remember staring at him for a while, searching for the lie, secretly hoping not to find it. I looked down at the street again, that’s when for the first time I saw what he saw. A dirty crowded street full of strangers in a hurry. A mother pushing a screaming baby on a stroller, hastily motioning for the tram driver to wait for her. The tram left seconds before she reached it anyway. A beggar sitting on a corner, playing an imaginary instrument, hoping it will amuse well-wishers. They passed by without a second glance anyway.

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"The dead receive more flowers than the living because guilt is stronger than gratitude." Do you agree?

Confessions of a chimney:Unsolicited love letter

There isn’t much to my recollection. Everything is a bit of a fuzz like one drunken night. The indelible impact on my feelings however, remains as vague as day. I remember bits and pieces of what happened before it happened. You were just another human being I would bump into here and there. I assumed … Continue reading Confessions of a chimney:Unsolicited love letter →