“If history bothered to document our stories, there wouldn't be enough paper in the world to bear witness to all the women who've been imprisoned because our emotions proved too inconvenient for men to handle and too terrifying for them to ignore.”
I wrote this article a long time ago, when I was battling other issues. And I now wonder how time works. At every point in time, issues differ and our reactions to them differ. But we're always battling something. Constantly. The rays of the sun slanted down on the road that extended towards the far … Continue reading Fly Away…
I have the habit of sitting at the Starbucks closest to home for two reasons: amazing coffee, and decent Wi-Fi. I lose track of time when I work here and get so much done that I’m usually euphoric when I start back for home. So it was that I decided to go there on November 27, 2017 for what I hoped would be yet another period of fruitful work. But no. Tumult of the mind was coming my way!
Have you ever felt left out as your friends share inside jokes? Someone you were once close to is now close to someone else. They interact with them the way you used to interact with them on a daily basis. It isn’t jealousy that twists you from inside – just a helplessness, as you can feel them slipping away. You have friends you are close to now, too. You have inside jokes, too. You keep secrets, too. So who are you to complain?
You know what the problem is? That people don’t think twice before spitting in places that they don’t inhabit. And this has increased so much over the past few years that it’s becoming unbearable. This is gross, but fountains of spit, of gutkha, of phlegm make their way to the tar on the main roads and it’s grinding my gears like none other! For God’s sake, just control yourselves!
I want to write an excerpt for this story but I'd probably spoil the fun if I did. It's a short one, so please do read it? 😀
This happened more than 3 years ago when thoughts of marketing and promotions for my book, Of Knights and Lilies were taking up most of my time and thoughts. But there were also a few unwelcome questions that I had to unwillingly entertain. These were thanks to some incidents that clawed at my insides when I really didn’t want them to. They clamored for answers while I just looked on in shock.