Hello friends! It’s been a while since my last post. Let’s blame it on the almost year-end busy-ness and somewhat of a writer’s block that I’ve been experiencing. That changed yesterday. Amid all the chaos,[…]
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I fear…
Last night as I was leaving work, I quickly stepped into the ladies bathroom to wash my hands. The door to the corner toilet cubicle was ajar. I wasn’t sure if someone was in there[…]
Do you know these women?
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Goodbye, and Hello
She is waving at you, Aren’t you going to wave back? Hurry! Before she moves out of sight. There she goes, Turning smoothly around the corner. And just like that, The first six months of[…]
Being Alone at Night
Alone. What is it to be alone? It is to be one with yourself. Oneness. Eye to I. How do you see yourself? Night. What is the night? It is a black canvas. Dark. Deep.[…]
You
You. Yes, you. You do realise They are watching you, Right? Some stare. Others throw a cursory glance. Either way, They will judge you. No matter what, They will form opinions About you. Damned if[…]
Going back to square one
This is a continuation of a previous post/chapter. You can read it here. Red Roses Then, as if the pull of gravity finally aligned itself, her eyelids glided down. Her eyes were closed, but her[…]
Red Roses
Her head throbbed. After months, she was suffering with a nagging migraine. The whirlwind of the past finally weighed down on her. She sank into the pillow. Soft, dreamy… but it was not for her.[…]
Living inside my mind
Hope. Sometimes flickers of hope, Sometimes a majestic rainbow of hope, With different hues to colour my mind. But, always, it is hope. Without hope, there is no ambition. The status quo shall remain. Hope[…]
Bite the bullet; talk about guns
My 7-going-on-17 year old son, who clearly seems to be following in my footsteps when it comes to asking questions, recently put me on the spot. He is familiar with the work I do, as[…]
