The Man-Child: Tribulations Of A Twenty-Five-Old
There is a new kind of man about making me rethink my notions of relationships. Welcome to the 25 year old who comes with his own tribulations.
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NovelRace Week 6: My Characters Are For Real!
I think I’m getting a little better at what I’m doing with Novelrace. The characters have me in their firm grasp, rather than the other way around.
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A Letter
I received a letter. What I didn’t say changed the conversation she started.
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The Sound Of Loneliness
I know the sound of two hands clapping and sometimes I try to figure out the sound of one hand clapping (as the Zen koan goes). But recently I’ve discovered the sound of loneliness. What is the sound of loneliness? It isn’t silence.Some of us actively seek silence. Some of…
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Protection – A Monologue
A man’s protection of a woman – what is the foundation of this? And how does this masculine protectiveness work for a modern, independent woman?
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Musical Memory
I’ve had a strange relationship with music. I’m musical but not by identity. I remember listening to Winds of change by the Scorpions on my Walkman, lying between bundles of sheets and clothes in a corner bedroom. I remember that I was wearing a pair of corduroys that seemed to…
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A Friendly Date And Some More Revelations
Yesterday I went out with a friend whom I haven’t seen or spoken to in eight years. This is one of my memorable Facebook moments since that’s how I found him after all these years. It was an odd, intense friendship back then and for various reasons, we just lost…
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NovelRace Week 5: The Lone Runner
On Novelrace this week, the first novels have already been completed, signalling the start of a new phase in the race. Dad gave me some insights.
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The Younger Man
So I’ve done the ‘date a younger guy’ thing too. Don’t I sound deliciously cold about it? A once young nineteen-year-old me, on hearing about a friend’s new boyfriend exclaimed, But he’s younger than you! to which I got a succinct, if somewhat stiff, “So?” Well, I don’t know. I…
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A Room To Call One’s Own
This story is written in third person and in the first person. I am really looking for feedback here so be brutal. Here’s ‘A Room To Call Own’ in two takes.
