The sun is losing its hold and the night is approaching fast. We are out in the wilderness, camping in a log cabin. There are 10 or perhaps 15 of us. No one is sitting still. They are picking up leaves, walking in and out, discussing if they want to follow the stream that ran … Continue reading Fragments of a dream
I promised my sister I will write a post – that was six months ago. Every few days I’d think about my promise. Every time, I failed to write a single word. I have a lot of excuses: I graduated, I got married, I was in a car accident (near death experience) and I moved … Continue reading I refuse to be an ADULT
I unlocked the door and banged it shut behind me. I am not angry; I just like to bang the door and tell myself that I have come home - or that I am leaving it. I do it both ways – coming and going. I threw my shoes and bag as usual. Do I … Continue reading My revolt, my freedom and my passion
Trigger warning: Suicide It was 3:19 or 3:20 or perhaps 3:21 am. She always preferred digital clocks, more precision and less mental clutter. Besides grounding herself in time, she also knew she was home, in her bed and had forgotten to switch off the lights, the previous night. Space and time – ticked off! Not … Continue reading Where is what you seek?
I want to be a man so that when I am single I am celebrated so that when I have skin showing I am not labelled a whore so that I can wear lipstick without asking for it so that I can choose to not have kids so that I can get those higher positions … Continue reading I want to be a man!
I developed a burning desire to experience the dating world. I chose tinder as my experimental ground. I was very nervous about how the society would perceive me because I was aware of the dominant narrative around tinder which is basically “dtf”. I disregarded my reservations which were, of course, second-hand opinions of the moral … Continue reading 30 first dates in 30 days
"I can wipe away all your history", the kind person said. "What do you mean?" I asked "You will have no memory of the tragic events in the days gone by. I am asking you to sell me your demons", offered the kind person “No thank you! My demons are not for sale” Once upon … Continue reading My demons are not for sale