I posted this on an old personal blog on June 17th. Decided to post it here as well. Just some random thoughts. ∞∞∞∞ I woke up this morning thinking about how strange a thing this life is. I tossed and turned most of the night. Had strange dreams about sexuality and revolution, and what it…
Category: scribblings
the jar and the flame
[experimental prose] Indira didn’t like electric stoves. They had no character, no life. They were artificial and didn’t understand what food needed in order to cook well. Gas stoves were filled with a life she could barely explain. For her, starting a gas stove was somewhat of a ritual. It was like genuflecting to the…
the pitter-patter
A house with three small children, a three-year old, two-year old and ten month old is far from a home filled with the pitter-patter of little feet. When they are each wound up like giant mechanical toys, one could only wish they would wind down at the end of a few minutes. Their screams, cries…