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Maybe-gelatin
And then there was silence. Not the ominous kind. There is nothing risky about where she is at that moment. Her feet are firmly rooted in a semi-solid, firm, substance. Like the mud closest to the water on a beach. This, however, is not mud. It does not dig into the little crevices between her… Continue reading
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On the Window
Dear bugYou have wings butyou don’t flycrawling and crawlingthis way and thatall paths are roads not taken for you Oh the confusionlandscapes changing by the minuteyou climb a treethen fluffy cloudsor the dark of a tunnelbut they all feel the same to youcold, glass window pane Clinging on with six fine legsmaybe moreyou try to… Continue reading
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Humari Billi Humi Se Meow*
L won’t read this, so I can bitch about her here. She doesn’t even know this blog exists. If she did, she would read with a straight face throughout, careful to not let me know if she liked what she was seeing. That’s why I hate her, because of how much I want her to… Continue reading
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Dessert
You need to make this when the sun is out, shining bright and golden. Usually around 4 pm when your cravings begins to distract your focused mind from reading. It must be quick, because you never know when the British weather shall betray you with noisy rain and winds strong enough to tip over cut… Continue reading
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The soft lunch that ended a relationship
Many years had passed. I cannot tell you how many, because I don’t know when it came to the kind of end that allowed years to pass. All I know is that we spoke, we fucked, we fought, and then I did not hear his voice for years. Until one morning, when he woke me… Continue reading
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To Kill A Journalist
I decided to kill my dream of journalism the same evening that Dubai went cold. The wind was howling in my ears with the kind of chill that puts a denim jacket to shame. I knew I was going to make that decision this evening. I sensed it while I was taking a shower- which… Continue reading
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A case for the humble egg
D says he wants to get me a contraption known as an egg-timer. He knows I love my eggs runny, and this timer- which I would put into the water with my egg- would tell me exactly when they will open up into a liquid gold goodness. I say I don’t want it. I love… Continue reading
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I Waited For Happiness
I told myself that at 4 pm I will be happy. I sat and stared at the wall, listening to the clock tick it’s tock. “4 pm,” I told myself, “Then it’ll all be alright.” I could be patient. Especially if there was a reward in sight. I really, truly could wait. I looked at… Continue reading
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Easy on the eyes, hard on the mind: namma ‘Jailer’
Guns, cigars, blood, heists, item song, climax, family…Jailer had everything except a decent storyline. Technically they’re not wrong. Why invest in a story when you have big names and faces to pull the crowd? Unfortunately, it becomes too painful to ignore around one hour into the film. One scene, in particular, sits with me. It… Continue reading
The personal accompanied by fiction, generous hints of erotica, garnished with the many struggles of being me.
