Aren’t You Glad I’m Not Carrie?
I read ‘Carrie’ by Stephen King. In the same week, I received an invitation to a school alumni meet.
Year: 2017
The Doomed Relationships of India
It ended because he assumed it was what he thought and what he had to say. It didn’t even occur to him to think of what I was thinking.
The Lone Runner On The Treadmill
Everyone I know is on a treadmill. I wish I knew more people like me. The ones that tried getting off it.
The Showwoman Under The Paper Plane
Paper Plane & coffee
Scarlet Woman
I’m in heartbreak. I’m Scarlett O’Hara pining for the virtues of Melanie Wilkes. I’m some other kind of woman.
Poem For An Ex I May Have Told You About
I had a chance to get this off my chest last year. I’m so grateful for the stage giving me a chance to voice things that had been eating away my insides for too long. I’ve been silenced by well-meaning friends and others who are just inconvenienced by anything other…
And Then There Was Music
I sang. There was music.
The Grand Villain And A Concrete Wall
Heartbreak. It’s hard work getting past it but hard work never scared me. It’s lack of hope that terrifies me. Yet, my automatic reaction has been to freeze up into a wall of silence, stoicism, concrete hardness. There is no hope beyond a wall of that nature. I decided to…
The Trials Of The Girl Who Reads
The Crush has given me a book. The question is to read or not to read?
I’m Looking For Love But Not Really
I haven’t been my prolific self of the past decade, in 2016 and I intend to change that. It’s not that I haven’t been sharing. I’m realising that I am the kind of being that needs to share. It feels good to let it out, to bleed in the open air….