Every night I coax my beloved to tell me again how she loves me. “I will never choose you,” she says with a steady and a voice that betrays only boredom.  So many years now, but to my ears it still sounds as brittle as the breaking neck of a tiny bird.  The mistake is […]

Leaving town

It’s been a while since we met here, hasn’t it? I’m sorry I don’t do this oftener. It feels not dissimilar to gutting myself with a cheese knife. It’s not for lack of things to say, words, or even how I feel. It’s just measly armour. So pathetic. Always prided myself on such courage but I […]

A good book is worth the ruin

Once, I could not imagine that a book might hurt me.   It’s like this. Not much different. Reading, like lovemaking, is among our most private of pleasures. An act that asks for you to leave your armour at the door and wear only your vulnerability. Books and their secrets. Books and the secrets they cannot keep. Like […]

#WhenIWas 41, I realised I’d been molested as a child

At what length of the skirt will she be "asking for it" pic.twitter.com/gbiA7cW77y — Tyrantasorus (@tyrantasorus) April 20, 2016   Yesterday on Twitter, a handle called @EverydaySexism created a hashtag: ‪#‎wheniwas‬ which soon began trending and flooded Twitter with responses. The hashtag offered women a platform to speak openly and share their experiences of sexual harassment, molest, […]

Letter to a young writer in NYC

  …It’s funny you know, but it feels as though I have a better relationship with my father now he’s gone. Our relationship was always tumultuous. We loved each other as much as we disliked each other, and those are the most intriguing connections we share on earth; more so because the absence of say, […]