A Lost Voyager

I remember being driven around but not wanting to go home I remember poking high ceilings with silence, unheard I remember breathing into my heart, separated from my abdomen and expiring blazes of firework. I remember anomalies mingling with the soft mosturizer on my skin I remember being octracized for being more ebony than chocolate […]

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The day I almost died

the day i almost died

Tschechische Prag, den 13. Juli 2013. The day I jumped out of an airplane, I didn’t quite think much of it. I was having fun like young dumb girls do with their young dumb friends. It wasn’t for the blood boiling gut wrenching eye-popping gush of adrenaline. It wasn’t exactly a dare either. Two small […]

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Without you

without you

Without you the sun wouldn’t shine the ocean couldn’t generate waves Roses would grow bleak and wither Without you I would not be writing this My blood would sizzle and evaporate Evil people would be dancing over my tombstone Without you the birds wouldn’t sing so sweetly the dogs wouldn’t boast with their barks man […]

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On Adulting and Reading

on reading while adulting

Do people still read for fun? Even a two year old can see through my façade whenever I announce, I’m gonna read a book. Don’t get me wrong, I love reading. Did I say love? I loved reading some eight years back. My curiosity always got the upper hand. I wanted so much to be […]

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The Interview

the interview

Den 6. Mai. 2019. It was an especially windy morning and I was in a losing battle with the rain, my least favourite forecast. By now my mascara was like a plangent river and my nipples seem to have resisted all the confines I had on, and were poking out as if in protest. This […]

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I too have something to say

I too have something to say

Breaking news, beautiful people, I’m back!. If you’re wondering what I mean by that, I honestly have no inkling. But today, I too have something to say regarding cultural silence and violence towards women. The other day, My dad posted something about why women’s modesty is equal to virtuousness on our whatsapp group. My sister […]

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Smoke

smoke

I sometimes think about hugging you in the middle of a passing crowd in the narrow fashion district. Neither of us can claim bewildering growth, we just perceive that someday these tiny baby steps will amount to an Alpen. It wasn’t so long ago we met. As always with your saucer eyes, and a self-righteous […]

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