The disappearing act

When I first saw you, I thought you were beautiful. Tall, tanned, Indian. And  I looked like me, awkward, weird. But I knew it was you I wanted. The most brilliant mind in our year. I wanted to pick your brain, even if you wouldn’t look me in my eyes, even if your lips wouldn’t … More The disappearing act

End of The Tunnel

  Above all, trust yourself.   Defeated. I sat on the cold ground in the dark, feeling nothing but the wisp of air blowing through the tunnel, it distinctly sounded like a fiddle playing. I wasn’t scared at all, just fatigued like I was throwing punches at something that wasn’t feasible. I must have folded my … More End of The Tunnel

The tunnel

  We thought we could escape our troubles. We thought if we climbed the ladder fast enough, no one would stop us.   Across the bed from him, I sat. “I like you, I really do.” He blushed, licked his lips and placed a palm on my thigh. I liked that. I shut my eyes and … More The tunnel