I’m tugging at your finger sitting behind, our last bits of physical contact. You’re staring outside – a look that’s distant and sad. A tear threatens to fall; I sniff and brush it away. You soon fall asleep on the front seat, your head drooping from side to side. With one hand still tugging on your little finger, I use the other to hold you in place. Airport is here and our time is up, you turn to give me one last longing look. All I want is to […]
Home is where even the hard floor is a comfortable bed. Home is shorts and unshaved legs. Home is the familiar sights outside the window. Home is the welcoming smells. Home is where a pillow is gently tucked under your head, even when the last memory you had was page 236 your novel. Home is where you fall asleep with your phone battery about to die, and wake up to see it charging at 99%. Link to this post!
My girl in her world : laughing, making noise, in her shorts and white tee that dates back to her high school band practice. Sitting on the arm of the sofa, because to sit ON the actual cushion is just too mainstream for her! In fact to sit at all is an achievement. She does ten things at once. Two pony tails – if she wears this and is not shy, means she is comfortable around you. That’s what she’s like now, chattering away with her folks. As I […]
I knew I loved you before I met you, I think I dreamed you into life…But what I never dreamed about was getting into a long distance relationship. Fate afforded us barely two meetings, but I knew I had found a companion for life. Luckily, the feeling was mutual. Link to this post!
The newspapers were calling him the happiest man alive…A picture of him, beaming with a freshly caught trout in his hand was captioned: George Sandler buys over a luxury yacht from the scion of the declining Ingham Empire.Another picture of him sitting contentedly on the porch on a lavish teakwood chair, with the headline :The happiest man has a new happy home in upmarket Notting Hill.And a few more newspaper cut-outs peeped out from the loosely bound, weather worn leather diary. It was a life of dreams.George Sandler was […]
She giggled as he slipped over a patch of ice on the sidewalk… Such had been the life of Tom Moody. Nobody took him seriously. He had been pursuing Lindsey Baxter for exactly a year now. When he first saw her decorating the display window of Thomas & Sons last Christmas eve, he had decided that someday, she would have his babies. He soon became a regular customer at Thomas & Sons, buying Cancer supplies everyday, for which he had practically no use. His only objective was to catch […]
You’re a magnet.Worse, you’re quicksand. The more I struggle to pull out, the deeper you suck me in. You close in with the smooth gait of a predator and I’m allured by your intense eyes and smooth skin. I can’t take my eyes off you, when in fact I should be running for my dear life. I stand transfixed as you spin your web around me. The wily spider, the smooth talker. You tell me things I want to hear. You fill my dreams with places I have never […]
For the first time on this blog, I’m sharing something that I haven’t written myself. But it describes the feeling of being in love so aptly, I couldn’t possibly find a better way to do so. Link to this post!
There is nothing extraordinary about her. The regular girl, who has separate sets of clothes. The tattered old ones for home, the slightly better ones to be worn on errands. Some better ones for meeting friends and work, and the expensive ones for occasions. Who walks around all day with open hair, but waits to get home just to be able to tie them into a bun. Link to this post!
I am at that stage of life now, when so many of my friends are either getting married, or having children. For some, it is a planned decision. But most, and worryingly so, take on partnerships and parenthood when they’re least prepared for it. As a result, we shall soon see striking examples of rather loud examples of how NOT to be. For me, both of these are going to be well thought out. As they say, that your childhood lays the foundation of your personality as an adult, […]