(Inspired by the first 1 minute and 53 seconds of the movie, Nightcrawler)The Burning City LightsDo you remember all the lights that night? I do.There were so many lights. The city was lit up like it was on fire. Do you remember?We drove that whole night. You and I. We talked about […]
Jogging down the Bund one night, hood on, ipod in and the city lights running along the river beside me, I thought: I have never been so cut open, so open, so free.
One summer afternoon, with the aunts watching, I picked up a scissors and hacked through the giant male bean plant that could not flower but wrapped itself around everything around and tried to choke the heavily fruit-laden papaya tree by climbing her leaves and pulling her down ‘Stupid good for […]
Sometimes I think if I talked more, learnt to use my voice more, explained more, it would help. Maybe I should be one of those talking people; the good talking people who say so much more than me, who express themselves, get their ideas and feelings across. Who say exactly […]
My phone is full of thoughts. Half finished. Ideas for stories. Emotions that push through suddenly. Contemplations. Bit and pieces of poetry. Something overheard. Something imagined. I’ve been making a concerted effort to try and capture these half thoughts and sift through these bits and pieces. I read once that […]
More excited than afraid is a good feeling to have when moving.
I am on the brink of something beautiful.
Walking in the lane between Hilton and Zam Zam in Makkah, a cold wind coming up through the lane littered with shoppers, beggars, sellers laying out their wares on the road, K and I are laughing about a wheelchair we saw a few days ago, and how the child pushing […]
Sometimes, my shyness is excruciating. It cracks my bones. And my body, my body waiting like a ship to move through waters, to navigate waves, to flow and rise up and move like air. But my eyes are closed. My fists tight. My shyness is excruciating sometimes.
