Midnight Thoughts
FiddlerThose people can leaveBut those memories won'tSo here I am,Stuck with thoughts of my own So should I let them stay,Or let them goShould I let things beOr change status…
A Thousand Ways of Bi-eing
I remember that thrown-cast day of fifteen so clearly. There I was, sitting on the floor while Amma grabbed and pulled my unruly curls that refused to listen while lamenting…
YOU THINK ALL THIS IS WACK
YOU THINK ALL THIS IS A WACKFRIENDSHIP HAS BECOME A RACE TRACKPITCH BLACK. EACH OTHER’S A RANSACK.SO THAT THEY CAN BE BACKON TOP OF WHAT! YEAH, A RACKON A RACK,…
Oh, Dorothea!
Oh Dorothea, we are dismal you are born.An onus you are.A girl, an object of scorn.Your birth permutes the autumn,to gloomy drops of rain.In the plight of dotage,you shall be…
Not-so-strange strangers
Collection of anecdotes that I’d like to keep documented Hi. This is about strangers I met along the way. I don't know their names or their backgrounds. I probably cannot recall…
Why Are We Still Here
fourth and fifth-year folks through the years, however, this has remained an age-old question: what to do with all this time? After the two gruelling semesters of the third year,…
White Noise
Crowds are fun sometimes. It’s easier to evade the ever-watchful eye of the observant teacher in packed classrooms and catch some sleep after a night at the Dhaba. DJ Nights…
Of Item Songs and the Femme Fatale
This piece was written as part of a weekly song-based e-mail series the author wrote along with an ex-beau. Good writing shall not go to waste just because a boy…