She still cries herself awake in a sea of blue. She howls more than she cries, as her husband once described. It’s like someone dug a well of sorrow right in the middle of her chest, and she’s been drowning in it but didn’t know it. But she does know something that even her husband,…

The mind will do what it always does.It will be okay, maybe not today.The head just can’t leave it as it was.Looking for a way, hoping that we may, From the vapor of our breath,Find the words we dared not say,“I wished you were there yesterday.” At least, I’m still hoping that we may. Winter’s…

“How’s London treating you?” People that Naush had parted ways with always asked. He often didn’t know how to answer, so his response was usually a variegated combination of caprcious weather, interesting people, and an unfair comparison to the country he just fled. He always ended by guessing that London was objectively great. But he’d…

I’d planned our wedding before you asked me out on a first date. I knew it as soon as we locked eyes at that New Year party. Or maybe it was Christmas or your birthday. I honestly couldn’t remember because I had done this too many times with too many guys. But you were special….

Let me say it once and for all, mostly because you probably haven’t heard it enough times: you are permitted to live. You were terrified of the thought of a gap year, I have taken notice since our last conversation. You were petrified by your very own choice to consciously take a career break while…

Naush’s knees finally gave out. He crumbled onto the ground, shattered like a dusty porcelain doll accidentally swept off the shelf. As he feebly wheezed through his congested nose, a teeny tiny speck of dust entered his blurry sight. It did a little twirl in the air, as if to say ‘Hello’ with a wave,…

Rage is not just a punch that ravages someone else’s face. Rage is not blazing fire, not a splash of red, not a guttural yell, and certainly not a violent smash. Rage is not a transient flash. It is a muted vibration spreading from all of your organs that threatens to disquiet the room if…

He thinks he’s never seen her cry before. Well, that’s not quite a powerful statement. He doesn’t really see her in general. It’s not like they ‘hang out’ all the time, that he’s seen her plenty but just never the moment when she drops a tear. The sample size of instances where they find themselves…

“You dream in a language that I can’t understand. It’s like there’s this whole place inside of you where I can’t go.” Celine Song « Past Lives (2023) » You’ve been dreaming in a foreign land I’ve never been, Fumbling with words like I’ve never seen. Lying at the wake, I’m holding your back, But I could…

Hey, Not many things can withstand the rigorous inquiry of perceptive eyes. Things are often prettier when you can’t see them. The shutter always clicks much earlier before you can react. A snapshot of you, a recorded impression, now sits somewhere on the roll. You go on with your life, not knowing what is taken,…