Lost
I wake up in the middle of the night, sweaty, heart beating out of rhythm. It’s my most recurring nightmare, in which I’m lost and desperate to find my way… Read more »
Tag: nonfiction
Now
This time, last week I was at my local supermarket, crying in the snacks aisle. Rrruffles has rrridgessss! The blue bag of chips screamed, but I couldn’t see the ridges… Read more »
I’m staring at you on the subway because…
…I’m a writer. Observing people is what I do. I also stare into space sometimes. If you knew, you’d stop thinking I was interested in you. You’d stop trying to… Read more »
On My Way to Somewhere
I’ve tried this experimental form for a personal essay – the mosaic or the braided essay. I’ve only used it for fiction before.
Living inside a Thermos Flask
…is lonely. Days and nights meld together between its insulating walls. Ghosts of your past life haunt you. They torture you with glimpses of the time before you started living… Read more »
A Tiny Love Story
He doesn’t do roses and chocolates, but he hands me the remote once the little one is asleep. **** Last month, The New York Times- Modern Love section called… Read more »
First Impressions
Some of you might know and some of you might’ve guessed based on the sappy posts I’ve been writing, that we’ve moved! I’ve been uprooted from the US, which was… Read more »
Precipice
I’m standing at the edge, fidgeting with thoughts of jumping and turning back. Winds of change whoosh around me, threatening to push me. But I know they cannot. Falling is… Read more »
9 years later
I’m not sure if it was the sleepless nights or the exhaustion, but I was feeling morose. How mundane this day had become! Where was the romance?