A harsh realization

Clarity. I love to think my wants for the future are clear. That my goals are pretty clear, albeit still unfulfilled. I have always wanted to be a communicator. Me as an anchor. As a writer. As a customer care agent. As a PR. As a journalist. The list goes on. I thought it’d be…

Simon and Garfunkel

When the darkness starts, it always feels familiar. That’s the thing about darkness. Most people think that black is cold and stark. No. It is warm. Stifling. It wraps you in its silky net, like a spider, warm, enticing, comfortable, a harmless escape from your worries. “No one is perfect.” it says, and you believe…

Rest

When I was young, I thought life was simple. My principle of navigating through life has always been rather hedonistic. Wring as much pleasure from the mundane things that make up what we call life. I used to be able to find pleasure in the intense green of an unassuming leaf, I loved smiles on…

floaties

Good things happening Make Bad things hard to ignore. Why is so much good next to so much hurt next to so much bad next to so much happiness? Are the sane ones children? We go mad in our 20s don’t we? Do we ever stop being children? Your inner baby wanting a mother who…

Musings of Zoroaster

“The Magus Zoroaster met his own image walking in the garden” Charles Williams quotes in his novel “Descent into Hell”. Coming from a religious background, I had access to the PhD tomes my father had in his library. I read this novel when I was 14, too young to fully catch the gist of the…

long distance loving

”Do you still love me?” He asked as she ran a hand through his hair, her face inscrutable. She looked down at him. She could kill him so easily. All she had to do was bash him with her 10 pound laptop on the head over and over again. His head would make a splat…

A small scene (Fiction)

She stared at his pants cuff. All of a sudden she got a a strong violent dislike for those pants cuffs that was so visceral she almost threw up.  She used to want to wear jeans with three rolls of the pants cuffs because of him. Now, the sight of those cuffs filled her with…

On leaving.

The rains have started again. In Rwanda at least. The dark as sin soil,squelches around my feet as my toes are engulfed in slimy moisture and I know I should have worn boots instead of the artsy sandals I opted for. As I trod on, mired in the loam soil of my motherland, enriching chocolate…