The words plundered the nooks of my thoughts: I do. I become. I am. I need. I want. I have. They calcified and set themselves to tiny stones in areas I couldn’t always swim to and reach when my eyes were closed. But I knew they were there, evolving. They are there creating a lakeContinue reading “Plundered”
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A Thought to Hold for a minute
Isn’t it lovely how, sometimes, even the toughest of us struggle so hard to hold back tears from falling down and laughter from bursting out? Our vulnerability differs in extent and frequency, but all of us are permeable and maybe we can even allow ourselves to say that all of us are vulnerable. No matterContinue reading “A Thought to Hold for a minute”
Dumb-founded in Happiness
Perhaps when you see someone happy it teaches you more about happiness than if you were happy yourself. You see things from a distance and you notice that actually, no, you don’t need to reach your arm out that far to attain joy. You walk into joy gleefully as if into a fluffy cloud thatContinue reading “Dumb-founded in Happiness”
Egg-Yolk Sunshine State of Mind
It was the still, sticky, egg-yolk afternoons that made her think of mothers, sisters, aunts and grandmothers. When the sun is her stinkiest, the salt dissipating from her skin and bubbles on the pores of everyone and everything she laid her eyes on, that was when cotton dresses, floral patterns, gold bands and blue stonesContinue reading “Egg-Yolk Sunshine State of Mind”
Quote – Rest assured
And so you see the needle pierce through the cloth multiple times, as you see the rhythmic simplicity of a yellow thread being pulled through the dark fabric to make a pattern of patch a hole, rest assured. Be fully soothed in the fact that pain is here to tailor you, to ‘fix’ you, soContinue reading “Quote – Rest assured”
Like Wood in a Fireplace
A voice smooth and uncoiling singing to Abdulhalim, crackling when it tried to get the high notes. Like wood in a fireplace lit on a silvery blue snowy evening on the only day of the year that the country snowed. Singing waves of crumbling notes, soothing songs of white joyful lies. Songs of motherhood. LikeContinue reading “Like Wood in a Fireplace”
The Best Breadcrumbs
“Tell me about your dreams”, his mother says. She slices through a cool cucumber that seemed to have lost all its juice. He wants to say that he won’t eat this powdery mildew; that she will one day end up with a fungal disease if she lets her vegetables sit around the bottom drawer allContinue reading “The Best Breadcrumbs”
Corduroy
A story about an 11 year old boy’s small thoughts spurred by the feeling of corduroy fabric on his skin. A feeling that kept strangely and interestingly coming back in the form of memories and dreams at the age of twenty, the almost-age of fifty and his final year of nintey-two. A story that remainedContinue reading “Corduroy”
An Insomniac’s Morning Hours
When the call to prayer soundsand the sun’s about to rise,my thoughts restlessly dissectthis sorrow, that guilt, old lies. “I can’t keep up”, I say,“slow down and stop the mumbling!”But they answer with obtuse eloquence,lingering, rolling, and tumbling. How lucky I find those people,who are right now asleep.Their heartbeats slow and steady,their dreaming calm andContinue reading “An Insomniac’s Morning Hours”
Opposite Ways
I love you in the way that I do: crazily, daringly, vulnerably, anxiously. I don’t love you in the way that you do: calmly, steadily, carefully, sensibly. I can only love you for who you are, and you can only love me for who I am, if we love each other in the opposite waysContinue reading “Opposite Ways”
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