You, me, toothpastes, what nots, and love.

I half-waited for us to start arguing about who was the asshole that kept squeezing the toothpaste from the middle up instead from the end. We never did have that argument. It turns out that we both prefer different brands of toothpaste – you like Sensodyne, and I, Colgate. I half-waited for us to start…

At the age of 24.75,

When I was young, I wondered, a few times, at what I could possibly regret when I am an adult. Older people around me were always talking about regrets and what they didn’t do, that if they could turn back time they would have changed something. When I was younger, I was brave and bold and lived…

Expressions of my here and now.

My fingers brush your face – your eyes are closed as I shower you with pecks that I hope can transmit the love I feel for you. Who is this boy that came unwittingly into my life about a year and a half ago and taught me the strengths of a team? Sometimes I wonder…

Celebrating life amidst the tragedies

It’s funny how life happens sometimes. Mother Nature has her own secrets and course of life that she does not reveal. Natural disasters – which are full of heartbreaks and loss for us – is perhaps, just her changing, stretching, evolving to prepare the for the future. 2015 has been uncertain – not for me…

An attempt at catharsis and remembrance.

I remember the tiny details that seemed insignificant at that point. Now, they are inescapable and certain memories jump and wind themselves around me – reminding, coercing, persuading me to not forget the past (which I have a habit of doing – forgetting people, especially). So, I remember. I remember the half dozen shoes outside…

Do you think the way I do?

These days, there’s a thrumming in me that I cannot stop. I wake up not knowing what to do with it and I go to sleep at night feeling weary and afraid of myself. Most of the times I forget how lucky I am – unable to be thankful for the opportunities given to me, the…

Between you and him – I choose me.

You could have been – or he could have been. Life has never been predictable (where’s the fun in that? We are after all a masochistic bunch). I sometimes wonder if you could have been the one to make me happy instead of him. Or maybe he’s a temporary pleasure-releasing medium while you await in…