Sometimes when I visit the supermarket, I see the big mirrors reflect my old shabby shoes, perfectly covered in a layer of dust. I step into the elevator, I see the reflection of my shoes on its translucent glass side-by-side. It moves higher, and higher and higher, it gets clearer, and clearer and clearer, that…Read More
A body of water
and a family of ducks.
It pains me to know that while I was ardently taught the art of oration for years and years in school and university, the art of conversation was left way behind. Perhaps it was the omnipresence of the action, the idea that we conversed every day that made it too mundane to be considered a…Read More
May be we’re like the season I’ve never seen spring meeting autumn, like the day never sees the dawn all we do in our alternate universes is quietly burn. Like summer and winter, when one comes you are bound to remember the other. May be we really are like the seasons fading away time and…Read More
How to refuse a proposal Jane Austen style: “Upon my word, sir,” cried Elizabeth, “your hope is rather an extraordinary one after my declaration. I do assure you that I am not one of those young ladies (if such young ladies there are) who are so daring as to risk their happiness on the chance…Read More