“Specialized in foreign & domestic” – this sign for Joe’s Auto Repair in Williamsburg, Brooklyn is what first sparked the idea for this blog post in my mind. “Am I foreign or domestic?”, I thought. What defines me to be foreign or domestic? Is it because I wasn’t born here the reason I’m foreign, or […]
Passed down over generations Started by one It’s what has always been done // Don’t disobey elders, They know better, Why can’t a child know more? College is an institution that grooms your career Why can’t I, the world, explore? Marriage is a scared bond Between a man and a woman Why? Does love look […]
There used to be a time, not so long ago, (well actually…pretty long ago), when I would write out my agony, the emotions that defined me. It was the inception of my relationship with poetry. Oh the sweet, sweet years of teenage, where every emotion that you feel is as high as heaven, as fiery as […]
“Let me be that I am and seek not to alter me” – William Shakespeare This quote captioning a well orchastrated picture would be the exact thing that would earn me some Instagram clout. Now my life is valid, now it has value, now that it has been seen… This thought has been haunting me […]
That one day you will be living in the city of your dreams / That one day day you will be living the life you hadn’t even dreamed of / That one day you will be living life outside the usual narrative, and it will be fabulous / That one day you will be sitting […]
India, May 2018 Two and a half years later, here I was in the land where my roots are. Many more versions of me later, here I was in the city where I was a misfit. Exponential opportunities of growth later, here I was where everything was the same and different all at once. Oddly, […]
A place unimaginable, forlorn, and fearful. A place you have to pass by, pass through, sometimes live in. A place that is born in a single thought – “I don’t know.” If you think about it, this is said so many times, it might as well be the most known thing you hear. What do […]
Goodbye to All That. Didion does it again. She was 29. I remember when I first visited New York City, I stepped out of the bus onto the curb outside Bryant park and looked up. The lights lit, the city grit, this was it. I turned around and said to my mother, “I want to […]
“I don’t want to feel anything.” How many times do we say this? In conversations fleeting or not, with others or ourselves. How many times have I said this to myself – one too many. I don’t want to feel disappointed. I don’t want to feel hurt. I don’t want to feel anything. Goals of […]
I’ve been feeling a feeling, this whole month, and now that I think of it retroactively, it just makes sense that I felt that way. Comfortable. And that’s a dangerous place. When I wasn’t working, I travelled a bit, spent some quality time with close ones, spent some days in bed doing absolutely nothing, spent […]
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