Magical & Miraculous
What makes a moment miraculous? Is it mystery?
What makes a moment miraculous? Is it mystery?
In 2019, I matched with someone on a dating app. We were having a great conversation, which in itself was surprising. Trying to find anything (companionship, laughter, connection, fun, attraction) via the interwebs designed to turn human response into capitalist touchpoints – is counterintuitive. What made it extra surprising was,…
You have to live through the echoes of the things you couldn’t hear. Trauma manifests in layered ways.
“How are you? How have you been? Who are you?” I don’t know how to answer these questions anymore, where once I had perfectly formulated, sure-as-steel answers. I’m still catching my breath and making sense of sounds. I’m experiencing the first summer in two years. In many ways, it is…
Sweet Tooth. I didn’t have one. There was no room for it in my world of efficient kitchen logistics & transactions of nutrition.
These carefree whistlersgirls throwing hearts & bodies outto men who will let them falland men who will pick them uponly to throw them backI have been thrown away,thrown over, thrown backI don’t belong here The screaming thundersdripping rage & accusationsto fertile minds that will turn theminto gangrene & cancerThe storms…
I’ve always loved Mumbai but now feels like a new lease on life. A second chance to truly experience every breath.
It got harder and harder to write in the end of 2021 as feelings drowned me. But I managed to grab a few words & held onto them like my last hope. I just wasn’t able to be my more industrious self & blog them. Maybe I let that side…
The most uncomfortable thing about the pandemic has been living with Fearful Me. It knows no hope.
My 2021 Christmas post talks to ghosts of my Christmases past and right into a silent future under a star.