Nowadays I see no exit door

“I miss the nightmares from which I could wake up and intrude on reality—pay it back. These new ones with their seductive complicatedness— I do not know how to navigate them.” – Okasungora Her voice; It’s one of those that startle you from a slumber you tried so hard to escape into. It’s sharp, shrieking, and almost intolerable. You feel like it speaks to you, that voice. You feel like the sound of fate when it tells you ‘I told you so’. Or ‘what goes around…’. Or just something that would make you want to stick your little finger in … Continue reading Nowadays I see no exit door

Get OFF that comfort zone!

I have a confession to make, Tafakari. I know some of you probably know or suspect what’s been happening but here’s to admitting to our faults and rising beyond them. 🙂 . We call it ‘Maning up’  B-) I strayed. I found new paths and a part of me shifted my allegiance from this blog. You know all those months when you came checking and there was no new post? And those times I kept saying how I miss blogging here yet I couldn’t finish my drafts? Well, I kept writing, but elsewhere (Creative here and lifestyle here). I needed … Continue reading Get OFF that comfort zone!

“Sleep? Not tonight ducky.”

Mandy shrieked her lungs out when she heard the incessant noises of her tormentors in her head. Her screams got louder each time and though she couldn’t even stand them herself, she knew they were better than those of her torturers. So she saved her eardrums the agony of the deafening noises with her forefingers and shrieked some more. The shrieks were earsplitting and her sore throat only made them hoarse and annoying but they felt like her only path to redemption so she persisted. Her slumber had only lasted an hour, according to her bedside clock and she feared … Continue reading “Sleep? Not tonight ducky.”

” Story of hope and recovered phones”

Slightly over a week ago I lost my phone in a public service vehicle. Now, losing phones in the city is not worth a story but being able to recover the phone over a week later is. I’m still in my celebration and appreciation phase and a few times I have to convince myself to believe it actually happened because every time I tell the story it feels unreal. And to save myself from having to retell the story and occasionally questioning my sanity, I have decided to tell it here, so that I’ll just give a link to those … Continue reading ” Story of hope and recovered phones”

“Of table-top phone calls and lasagna”

I’m hoping to make this blog post really short but when I’m done, I doubt if this statement will hold. But short is relative, right? Even 1000 words is shorter than two thousand… same way people think I’m short yet I’m way taller than millions of people! Short is relative, people!! Ok, relax :-). I am short-tall. Yeah, that’s true. Think about it :-P. In retrospect, the issue of how short, short actually is came up earlier today. Hope that made sense. How short is short? Something like that. You know how a one hour lecture can seem like the … Continue reading “Of table-top phone calls and lasagna”

“Thanks to writing…”

It’s amazing how many times we outdo ourselves. Even after living with ourselves all these years, there’re still things we continually discover about our personalities or traits. I’m not about to talk about the many times I surprise myself but I take pride in knowing they exist. I think it’s some symbol of growth and development of mind and soul (not body, for obvious reasons :-)) So I’ve been meaning to blog for quite a while now (you must have heard me say this) but thanks to school, I’ve had to prioritize on a few other issues. In all the … Continue reading “Thanks to writing…”