Beyond-Curious

Undiagnosed Chemistry #3

Every meeting with him, feels like wondering into a pitch black restaurant. Finding them instantly, touching…

Spontaneity lines the mouths of our encounters, a certain sweetness with nips and punches to keep…

Like a secret stitch that no other sewing machine nor two people …

Sometimes we all feel a bit sticky. A constant fight between emotions, energy and our brains.…

Of late— no scrap that, since last year– I’ve developed this illness of being too stuck…

A new year has finally come and the dance that was 2018 is very much over.…

On Saturday night I wasn’t on my own. I was awake at 5am; not studying. Adrift…

I lost my wallet on the train. Again. It was the second time (my dad likes…

Sometimes, there are no amount of words that can possibly elevate your pain. As a writer,…

In a world where we finally figure out we can pick and choose the relationships we…

Your silence an assault. A few weeks of love… …

Broken; now a piece of scrap. C u t…