It’s our day. I place my head on your lap, look up into your eyes and you smile. It’s our day, just you and I. We talk of the little things that matter…like how it sucks that we are great together and I am not keen on saying “yes” on “walking down the aisle” to … More Conversations

Shards of Glass

We love Thursdays. You and I. It’s the one day we can say brings out the truth in us. I love Mondays but even saying this in your presence is exorcism. “I know everything about you,” you say. I tilt my head so I can take in your demeanor. My Mother says that you can … More Shards of Glass


“You don’t know what it’s like…to be alone, to be lonely, sometimes it’s both.” She shoves her hand in her pocket. I look away. I know she’s been biting her nails again and I see her lips too. She searches for me from across the room and when my eyes meet her’s; she smiles. We … More Alone


It comes to me in pieces; that day after the party, at your place, outside Naivas Supermarket, the Family Kitchen Restaurant, the church and sometimes…sometimes when I try to shake it off, it comes at 2 A.M. They say it takes time. They say, “You are still young, you’ll move on and find somebody else.” … More Glass

Like thunder

Michael. He is the embodiment of all that is strong, swift and calm. A little bit cunning, a little bit wanting but never lacking. Scratch that, I can do better! If I told you about a storm, the kind that ruffled the clouds, shook the earth, scattered the dust and misdirected the wind, you’d say … More Like thunder