Numb. She wet her face with the frosty water and stared at her cold reflection in the mirror. Happiness, she can’t remember what that tasted like. Her rosy lips grew purple and her mouth was crisp as cotton. Left to feed on the scraps of happiness that once overflowed. The ghost of her past […]Read more "Saudade"
There’s a kind of unhappiness that is shared by many, and it’s the unhappiness of not knowing who you really are or living a life that is other than your authentic self. I’ve been a victim of this unhappiness and I shall henceforth refer to it as the ‘plague’. You know that feeling where you’re […]Read more "Bona Fide"
I met love. It looked like the sunset in the horizon. It was bright, burning and beautiful. It had the elegance of the moon and the softness of the Cuban wind. It had a laugh that was echoed by the seven seas and a fresh scent that was concealed in every atom of the air. […]Read more "Amor"
I rolled over on my stomach and heaved a deep sigh. I ejected the movie and decided it was one I would watch every year on christmas eve. “You know love scares me” I glanced over at my cousin who had a weary look on her face. “Why?” I asked intrigued by her random statement. “There is just something about […]Read more "Cosmic Love"
Wabi-Sabi is a Japanese concept and it means finding beauty within the imperfections of life and accepting peacefully the natural cycle of growth and decay. It is the appreciation of things that are imperfect, impermanent, incomplete, unrefined and unconventional; an aesthetic I wish every child is brought up with. Have you heard of the word kintsukuroi? […]Read more "Wabi-Sabi 侘寂"
I’ve been touched and it wasn’t by his hands. “Who are you?” was the first thing he asked. Who am I? I am that dented food can no one picks up from the shop shelf…overlooked, neglected, unwanted. But it’s fine, they can all chase after the can that resembles the million others that are lined […]Read more "Nadira"
What can I say about buses? They are not exactly my favourite mode of transport but based on my history, it’s undoubtedly the most interesting and eventful. I took the bus home this evening and as I was seated at the rear corner, I was hit with waves of memories. Memories of my many strange encounters on […]Read more "Bus Ties"