Occasionally you find a love so healing, it stitches up your seams. Coloring the wounds so well, you forget the scars hidden deep within. The incessant tail wagging becomes your soul food, and the sloppy kisses the perfect slimy antidote to the wounds. Occasionally you find a love so healing, you figure this was what … Continue reading Healing Love
We've always been happy people - you tell me. The lucky ones. We got lucky in life - you and I. Lucky to be here - witnessing this miracle that is life. We got here, didn't we? You ask again. It hasn't been too hard so far, so we'll be fine - you say. Maybe … Continue reading Happy people.
At times, life seems like a distant memory. Speeding by at the flash of lightning - quietly skirting through the stages. School. Friends. Honey-sweet crushes. A glimpse of adulthood - and all at once, a we rather than a me.
Somewhere along the way, it became unconventional to live a slow life. To stay in the comfort of your home, watching time move slowly by. Somewhere along the way, weekends at home became lackluster. Books weren't the same fantasy worlds that brought the whole world into our living rooms - creating characters of our mind's … Continue reading Slow living.
Our mornings always began with a toll on those days. Waking up before sunrise and collecting flowers from our jasmine tree - and sitting on my dad's bike tank as he drove up and down the road trying to see how he might support the crowd control are some of my earliest memories. I remember … Continue reading The morning toll.
Some of us, we grow up fearless. Unafraid of pushing the boundaries, finding lost meaning in the edges of our being. These are the ones who pursue their passion without fear or tribulation. They question the meaning of relationships, push societal boundaries – pushing others to grow along with them. These are the pavers of … Continue reading Drivers of Change
Guilt is a well-known concept to immigrant children. Those of us who immigrated with our families in our early years or were born to immigrant parents, who migrated for a better future for their kids. It's not a foreign concept to us. It was served to us with every meal and every success. We always … Continue reading The guilt of being here
I do feel ashamed. I feel like history constantly repeats itself and we are once again in the sidelines. That those who are fated to survive will, and others will die - no matter how I feel about it. I feel insignificant in the mass of the world. I feel insignificant as the world leaders … Continue reading Insignificant.
our scars are not so visible - we weren't the ones caught behind barbed wires, wondering whether we'll see tomorrow. we didn't lose our siblings - their names edged in our hearts and yet forgotten in history's pages. we didn't hear the dull growing sounds of fighter jets overhead and run for our lives into … Continue reading the scars we carry.
It's the end of an era - Monica said, when Chandler and she had decided to move in together and she had asked Rachel to move out. We really felt it then - it felt like an end of an era. After six seasons, the people who we had come to rely on were moving … Continue reading The end of an era.
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