This has been playing at the back of my mind almost since 2021. I think I remember what sparked this question and led me to spiral into ques...

 * Xfpdfkdooo* Every morning my home bursts into life when he returns, crawls into my bed, and showers me with a flurry of pecks. And the ...

That evening , I whispered a wish into the wind, unaware if the sky would keep it or carry it along. Time passed—long enough for a flicker ...

I was dutifully tending to my plants. I had forgotten the art of pruning and fertilizing them. I'd moved them from the living room to th...

At times, she looks at him as if he is a pastiche of galaxies. Cold—oh! so cold—on the surface, constantly undergoing a shift. His eyes hold...

Written in 2018. Such bright lights rest within these stars; will his eyes ever contain all the radiance? His frenzied fingers run through h...

Sometimes you listen to a song on a loop till you no longer want to listen to it, yet you never memorise the lyrics; you find a comforting f...

If I have to sum up my 2023 in six words: reflecting on the poignancy of time. My year in six pictures. Van Gogh 360. A Sunday spent well ...

I live in the pause between the consciousness of the present and the far edge of wishful thinking. Sometimes picking up the thoughts floatin...

I have learned the profoundness of the term "discontinued". Also its multifacetedness, and how it fits, given the context of my cu...