When I woke up today, I fumbled blindly for my phone, guided only by the alarm emanating from it. 6:32 AM, it probably read, a result of my inability to set alarms where the minutes are multiples of 5. I finally found it, hidden under a pile of pillows; before I pulled it out, I… Continue reading For the days when it seems darkest
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Goldilocks conundrum
Sometimes I feel too big for this world, too gangly and spindly, with arms too long it knocks furnitures over, legs too wide it blocks passageways. Sometimes I feel too big, too big in fact, that everyone else appears too small, so small I can flick them away if I wish so, like ants stuck… Continue reading Goldilocks conundrum
The world is our playground and we will always be home
You found me Where will we go from here I swear I belong This is where I belong Where do we go from here? Keep me It was the second night of the usual vacation festivities -- intoxicated bodies in swimwear, hair tousled by the breeze, the smell of salt clinging to our… Continue reading The world is our playground and we will always be home
Subterranean
The thing I like best about science is the fact of its humility. Sometimes it tells you things: big things, small things, medium things, and then, when pressed for explanation, it says, "But no one knows why this is so." My favourite manifestation of this is that trivia about ducks. Apparently, according to that magazine… Continue reading Subterranean
24 // Mamba Memories
He was never as good as he was in 2013, or the years before, and anyone who’d say he was still doing great in 2015 would be lying. Today, however, he was phenomenal. — Growing up surrounded by people who think basketball is the best thing since sliced bread exposes you to the sport at… Continue reading 24 // Mamba Memories
Spectre of yesterdays
Act I. Eventually your fingers will be the gauge of your disposition Your knuckles the bearer of your sins. Soldiers have amputated arms, amputated legs. You have translucent skin brought about by wounds which never seem to heal. People would notice how your nails are always trimmed, almost invisible. You tell them it's… Continue reading Spectre of yesterdays
020103
Things have changed. She used to sit alone in restaurants, taking forever to read the carefully laid out menu, digesting each word even before her stomach would do the same to the food she will eventually order. She used to be comfortable with empty tables, with a book only for company. No reason to hurry,… Continue reading 020103
Of women
I was walking to the drugstore at 7 PM that day, the summer sun splashing the sky with vibrant colours of purple, pink, green, blue as it hid behind the faint Sierra Madre mountains, a temporary bid of farewell for the day. I overheard a girl, who was helping her mother sell chicken innards and… Continue reading Of women
Of wishes
We were sitting on the sidewalks last night, just talking. Cigarette sticks turned cigarette butts left unnoticed, practically touching — burning — skin; frozen bottles of beer turned lukewarm; clock hands turning, now it is 11:14 PM, now it is 11:53 PM, now it is 12:32 AM, now it is 12:41. We leaned back and… Continue reading Of wishes
You in? Yulin.
[Author's Note: At the risk of sounding preachy (which I am well aware I have the gross tendency to become), I decided to write this open letter to those who support the online campaign on the Chinese festival where the practice of dog-eating is a ritual, more commonly known as the Yulin. Forgive the horrible grammar,… Continue reading You in? Yulin.
Of perpetual finds 