2 days ago
Behind the pretense and embarrassment
Eyes squinting, eyebrows frowning, and lips curling in disgust. I do not long for love. Too blatant. Too embarrassing. A…
4 days ago
A silent love
Birthdays are markers of time, moments for reflection, celebration, and often, humble displays of the small gestures that remind us…
6 days ago
Eating with two spoons
There is a sense of survivor’s guilt I feel for having made it out of there alive, appearing almost unscathed.…
1 week ago
Notes of a funeral guest
I’ve been once told that one telltale sign of growing older is when you start attending more funerals than weddings.…
2 weeks ago
Law and disorder
I often find myself either super early or perpetually late. Today was one of those rare mornings when I woke…
2 weeks ago
Little monster, big ocean
I would rather be a small fish in the ocean, than a big one in a tank. Yes, not just…
2 weeks ago
In defiance of my own requiem
No, I’m not dying. A few years back, I already curated my list of funeral songs should the anthropomorphized iteration…
3 weeks ago
Lost in the labyrinth of roads
Adults often ask their children: “What do you want to be when you grow up?” It is also the question…
3 weeks ago
Graveyard of dreams
When I was a child, people told me I would reach places. A consistent honor student, a good intelligent kid…
4 weeks ago
We have forgotten kindness
The self-care accounts on TikTok and Instagram have said it all—we should put ourselves first. In the last weeks, I…
