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Layers

My skin is a wheatish brownmy grandmother tried to make palewith talcum powder-white face.An in-between shadethat couldn’t escape skin trade which placed your worthon a quantified colour scale.My body is DisruptedBy defiant curves, inappropriatetill appropriated by white girlsin short shorts and tank tops,becoming hot shots whilewe mourn childhoods lost.The smiles erased by roving hands.and hunched shouldershiding bosoms from leering eyes.My faith is a Peacethat is personal,held ransom by a mere pieceof...

Continue Reading 30 Apr 2016

Why Bookstores and Restaurants are Basically the Same

Bookstores and restaurants evoke the same emotions in me. Well, more like feeeeelingsss. It's a bewildering concoction of excitement, dread, anticipation, guilt, joy, and sorrow. Imagine walking into one of the best restaurants in town. It offers an all you can eat buffet and you have skipped breakfast and lunch in anticipation of the upcoming forgy (food orgy). You walk in and are immediately seduced by the heavenly smell of sweet...

Continue Reading 28 Apr 2016

Why We Write

Time and again I find myself wondering why writers write. What is it that makes us gather words and attempt to weave them into coherence, sometimes even against their will?I can't speak for all writers, but for me three words come to mind- To make sense. Of things/people/events/the world. Not to others, but to myself. When in confusion, writing for me is a journey I need to undertake to arrive at...

Continue Reading 27 Apr 2016

You've Got (Hate) Mail

Allow me to explain the politics of hate.Let me give you a taste of what it means to bein the wrong lane.It entails being lodgedbetween a rock and a hard place,and asked to make cloaksout of doled out despair,for sons and daughtersborn into blankets of second-hand hate.It's deciding to be walled inor out, in times when fear trumps all elseand you lose either way.It means being uprooted from homeand planted a thousand...

Continue Reading 24 Apr 2016

Celebrating Love

Trigger Warning: Extreme Cheesiness. Passionate, blood spilling, soul spinning, mind boggling love has been celebrated since the beginning of time. Sonnets and plays and films and verses abound praising and pursuing this love. But what of the other kind of love?LoveOf the quiet kindwhich doesn't rageand burneverything in its wake. Soft Lovelike footprints on snowLove like rain that showers on your soul. How do you describe it? This feeling of falling to being...

Continue Reading 15 Apr 2016

Asian Remedies

The best thing about being born into an Asian household is that you can actually live your life without ever seeing a doctor. No, not because you never fall sick, it's because there is no bacteria, virus, or cell mutation that can escape the healing hands of the Asian mom, aunt, and grandmom. The kitchen is her laboratory, and the spice box her medicine chest. Various permutations and combinations of turmeric,...

Continue Reading 14 Apr 2016
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