Sometimes, it is the most trivial of things that crack that hard shell and breaks into the deepest and most fragile part that you ever so protected. One thug and you are shattered. The type of brokenness that will make you curl yourself in a fetal position between your three pillows, tucked in the sanctuary that is your blanket as you stay late and cry yourself to sleep. Continue reading “Patched Up”
One day, Hassaana shared a post on his insta story. There was an image of a dinosaur and it said ‘I’m S.A.D. – Secretly A Dinosaur.’
When I met him in the canteen the next day, I said, ‘So you are secretly a dinosaur.’ Continue reading “Secretly”
Dragonflies lingered about outside my office door. This was the first time I’ve seen dragonflies here in the Maldives so I found it quite strange. The color of their bodies was tangerine, the darker shade different from the green and blue ones I saw during childhood. They flew around me whenever I stepped out of the door, only for a few seconds. I covered my ears every time I walked past them, that’s the last part of my body I wanted them to fly into.
She stared at her screen, lips pouted, and arms crossed over her chest with a feeling of defeat after reading the winning short story of the week. Frustrated, not because she didn’t win, but by a story so well-written it made her twinge, by an author probably ten or fifteen years younger than her. Continue reading “Daily Battles”
Last month, I whined about being forgotten by my high school friends, and then suddenly, as if the universe read my sorrowful blog post, a video call came crashing into my phone two Saturdays ago followed by another one today. The calls were sudden, like strong waves rushing in, sweeping an unsuspecting, sleeping beach. Continue reading “Something New”
I usually get annoyed when keyboard warriors post ‘Wake Me Up When September Ends’ whenever the month approaches although, surprisingly, I didn’t see much this time. I’ve seen more memes of Jose Mari Chan than this. But annoyed as I was, I played Greenday’s September Anthem on the evening of the 31st of August. Continue reading “The Only Permanent Thing”
Tell me August, what have you done?
Your extremely beautiful weather left me with beautiful summer memories as well as small wounds that are now healing. Turning into faint scars. Real. Cannot be undone nor unseen. Continue reading “Tell Me August”
It is not only the mandatory use of mask when going out to guest areas that makes me feel strange but everything about the new normal. Adapting to change takes time. Just the same, the world will take its time. Continue reading “Love, Hope and The Color-Changing Fish”
The last time that I saw Tito Jack was summer several years ago in a loud and crowded resort with pools bathed in chlorine, filthy as hell and no one can see the bottom. The air, sticky with smoke coming from different grills, one can smell a mixed aroma of pork, fish, chicken and human sweat. The place was loud as each cottage has its own karaoke set, each one playing its own classic karaoke hit, from Material Girl to It Must Have Been Love and Green, Green Grass of Home. Continue reading “Here’s to Tito Jack. And Tita Emily too”
We planned to go to the bar at around 9pm so we can listen to our acoustic duo’s last performance. The bar usually closes at 10pm and one hour of live music should be good enough, I thought.