The truly unapproachable notion he dared not challenge was that as long as it was within his head, he had full control. “Why did you stay?” Naush wanted to scream at Vic’s face at the top of his lungs, but the words rushed too fast to his lips and collapsed into one syllable: “Hey.” The…

He doesn’t even know why he takes the Polaroids in his wallet. They are debris of the past, relics of what used to be sparks between the two of them. Naush hates them; anything that reminds him that what’s in history isn’t static. Anything that stirs the heartstrings and makes a sound. Naush hates them….

It hits her, like a train on a track. Eliza can’t breathe. She freezes, heaving and paralyzed. It’s coming towards her. This cannot be true; not in her wildest, unbecoming dream could this possibly be true. Pressure builds on her chest, squeezing all the air out of her lungs. She loses vision, she’s stuck. She…

They were flying in circles that day. Tailing behind the ferry, fluttering their feathered hands, they dived down to the boiling, bubbly seawater before pulling back up, making a splash adorned with white foams along, to prove that they could still soar. As the wings took wind, the scout at the forefront bearing the most…

“It gets easier. It gets easier every day.” The glisten hit him at the right angle: slightly above the corner of his eye, but gently at the denser center of his eyebrow. It conveniently created the cinematic effect of “waking up to the sunlight” often depicted in Hollywood movies, unconsciously basking in a golden shower of…

The danger of wedding a song to a specific person is that every freaking inch of your heart twinges, hurts, and sings when the music ever comes up again. You did it unintentionally. Who would want to make a song so exclusively reserved for a person you used to endear? Who didn’t see it coming,…

When we’re dancing in the dark, in the dim-lit bar, They say we are ugly in our beautiful façade. Dancing in the dark, cuz we feel so young, Crossing through the border till our hands fall apart. When we’re dancing in the dark, we won’t get far, One step falters and we’ll never see the…

The truth is, sometimes, he just doesn’t know what to do with himself. 1:29 AM seems to be a specific time of day when he often finds himself awake. He’d pick up a book he initially resolved to finish within three weeks, flip to page 186, lay it on its back, pick up the phone,…

It was almost religious. Naush had never realized how long a smile could linger on one’s mind. Light travels by 299,792,458 meters per second; however long the grin lasted, it would’ve been barely an evanescent moment of the past. They were standing 0.7 meters apart, but the curved up corner of the boy’s lips and…

How does it all start? Who is the narrator? Documenting the now creates pressure for me, but reviewing the past somehow doesn’t. So I thought, what if we follow the good tradition of the well-acclaimed Netflix series Dark, linking the past, the future, and the present altogether? It’s like writing a story. A story of…