ANIKA ELIZ BABY

The personal accompanied by fiction, generous hints of erotica, garnished with the many struggles of being me.


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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

  • 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

  • Eating Crab Is Brutal Lovemaking

    If you are able to ignore the gleaming row of renowned restaurants that line up near the Jumeirah road and walk further inside through the tiny gullies, you will come across the fishermen’s residence. Right beside it is a parking lot that is home to two different seafood restaurants. The first is Bu Qtair. The Continue reading

  • 22 Birthdays

    Every birthday I love to write about how far along I have come that year, a romantic letter for 1, if you may. On this birthday too, I have many such accomplishments to write about. However, this heart simply has no space for pride tonight. When I woke up this morning I wished with all Continue reading

  • Returning Home

    I feel like the prodigal son whenever I return to this blog page. Like someone who had something good but is taking it for granted and ignoring it. Until some discomfort comes along, then I return to this little yellow wall and begin typing like a mad woman until I feel sane again. Once in Continue reading

  • “Ew, fish”

    Was a very common phrase I heard while growing up. The repulsion that fish has the power to bring about in vegetarians around me was something I was used to witnessing. Fish was supposed to be disgusting. Of course, those who thought this way had never bothered to try it. It was disgusting because of Continue reading

  • Jelly for Papa

    Jelly for Papa

    wibble wobble. Continue reading

  • This Panda Lamp

    This Panda Lamp

    I had forgotten about this Panda lamp until a few moments ago when I realized all the three bulbs in my room did not have enough power except for when it came to ruining my already weak eyesight. This Panda lamp was collecting dust in an old shelf. I suspected that it would not work, Continue reading

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