Tag: Essay
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A Mellow Goodbye to November
Five minutes outdoor and my thin white cotton uniform was already soaked in sweat. My mask was no different. ‘It is so humid today,’ said the American-Asian journalist that we sent off this morning. The wind might have protested. Not a single leaf moved. Not the slightest of waves disturbed the sleeping shore. The sun…
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Tiny, Winged and Tangerine
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…
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The Case of The Forgotten
It’s not that I forget birthdays. Not that I remember everyone’s. But there are few that I know by heart. My family’s and my high school friends’. Two days ago, facebook reminded me of one of my friend’s birthday. Not that I did not remember, I just lost count of the days.
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Love, Hope and The Color-Changing Fish
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.
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Our Little Fears
There is this green parakeet that was raised by my neighbor, Sihu, who lives two doors away from me. Sihu gained the nickname ‘Dhunya (bird) Appa (Father)’ because, of the obvious reason.
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Some Days Are Good
I went out of my room wearing my black rash guard and my old blue swimming shorts heading out for my afternoon swim. Two colleagues were sitting by the smoking area and one of them told me that I need to buy bigger swimming clothes.
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A Summer of Late Night Instant Noodles and Endless Coffee
Friendship starts with a simple ‘hi,’ or ‘can I join your table?’ in one of the lunches or ‘can I help you?’ just in time when you needed someone to hold the sack where you’d shove in the sand that you dug.
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Fiery Morning Sky
I woke up from a chaotic dream. My eyes half open, I saw the orange sky from the glass curtain-less window. I closed my eyes and opened them again. Checking if I was still in a dream. Half awake, I checked the time from my mobile phone. 5:30 am. I closed my eyes, wanting to…
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Word War
I entered the office this morning with a bit of anxiety from yesterday’s nerve racking shift. The kind of shift that will make you say “I love my job” just before you close your eyes in the night so you’ll wake up with a little bit of optimism to move forward and get through another day.…
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Finding Comfort in a Loose Screw
There’s this one girl in the island that everybody laughs at. They said she has a loose screw on her head. She is quite strange in a way. We all are anyway. She does a lot of mistakes and fails to complete her tasks. But who does not? She is often misunderstood because of her communication…
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