"The world is too big," she said, "but that doesn't mean we stop searching."
I'm never going to be ready for this conversation. It's the last day of the year and while people are quietly celebrating their victories and successes (the same thing I have tried to do that fateful day -- Instagram's Post a Picture/Video trend was a great way to look back to the last year and… Continue reading Mama’s first love
One of the first things I usually tell potential dates is this -- that I am afraid of the dark. Most times it is the benign fear that accompanies not knowing, and some times it's a more paralysing fear, the fear that accompanies nightmares, and trauma, and anxieties come to life; often it is met… Continue reading Choosing courage
I'm doing good, I'm on some new shit Been saying "yes" instead of "no", I thought I saw you at the bus stop, I didn't, though. Well, not really. I haven't been on any shit at all; it's been the same past few days, past few weeks, past few months. With the pandemic a… Continue reading the 1: Just thought I’d let you know
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in all ways, Nami. No one would get my moods better than you do: my random decisions to stay in despite having promised to go on walks or runs, my spontaneous desires to play basketball while you run around the court, chasing birds and sunlight, you understood it all. Remember when Chopper… Continue reading You were good to me
The pandemic has hit us all; in different ways, in various magnitudes, in contrasting extents. And the truth is, many of us are just not in the best headspace to be okay. And while that's a hard pill to swallow; now, of all days (with my birthday looming in a few hours), I have… Continue reading (Trying to) find joy in confined spaces
With the emergence of the pandemic, and the countless other issues that people face -- the Black Lives Matter movement in America (and elsewhere in the world), the standing with Hong Kong against China's policies, a looming dictatorship in the country that yearns to penalise dissent -- I have seen with my very eyes the… Continue reading The wisdom of the youth
It is extra difficult to grieve in quarantine: you wish for consoling hugs and get instead characters on the internet sharing compassion; you wish to see bodies of loved ones who passed and get instead urns with their remains; you wish to give your final goodbyes and get instead a reminder to not touch, not… Continue reading No such thing as back to normal
...as you step out of the four corners of the building you call your home, and feel on your skin the subtle breeze of the wind, the comfortable warmth of the afternoon sun. ...as you rake your fingers through your hair, and wrap your arms around yourself as you wait, ever patiently, for things… Continue reading Take care…
(I wrote this a while back, but it feels apt today, more than ever.) An enumeration, because things are not -- and may no longer be -- the same, after all these is done. The subtle brush of skin against skin. A high five here, a quick peck there, fingers running through hairs… Continue reading On things taken for granted
Of perpetual finds 