Apology, of sorts
* And sometime, when all is fine, All is at peace, You speak to those, The ones you have tried. Knowing. Though forgotten. But those words you have freed, From short-sighted mi…...
8 Years Ago
Of Deliriums, Backtalks and WTFs
* There are things you know about yourself and there are things you think. I know I can fold my tongue onto itself and quiver my eyeballs. I know I can take 11 pushups before I literally bite t...
12 Years Ago
Of Butts, Grasshoppers and the Glass Half Full
* “Mimi, please don’t waste your food”, says Leya every time the little one has had enough and stumbles away in her quivering, just-learnt-to-walk gait. I don’t think Amy cares. I never did...
12 Years Ago
Of Creepy-Crawlies and Voices Inside
* The waters flowed. From the orifice, it was meant to, into the bigger crevice through which it bled on through, to the other side. Slowly. Ebbing. He let it flow. Over his fingers and…...
12 Years Ago
Of Wordplay and Forgotten Gifts
* Sorry. Can we start over? No. You’re an idiot. But it didn’t come out right. But it did come out. Right? It did come out. Right. But… But? It didn’t come out the right w...
12 Years Ago
Of Denied Spoonfuls and Ribboned Remotes
* So last year I’d decided to not keep putting off my assignments. And where did it get me? To a place where another written word had the power to make me scream in my sleep, that’s where. &…...
12 Years Ago
