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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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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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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
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I Have A Couple Of Things To Say To You, Actually.
You don’t look good in that cap. Remove it this instant. How could you ruin that beautiful head of hair? How could you mess it up so badly?remove it. I lay in bed all day today and yesterday, and last week- when I could. Then I gathered the energy I found in tiny crevices that Continue reading
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Where’s my home?
People often tend to be reflections of their hometowns, or so I have heard, in this case, I am a gypsy. I belong no where. I go places, have my fun and run along to the next. Being raised in Dubai, I never really understood the complexities and dangers of the world – it is Continue reading


