Inside the mind of an immigrant
“Appi,” the little kid calls me out of respect. His name is Aman; he’s as old as my ten-year-old cousin, but he acts and talks like he’s older than me. “Haan.” I give him a quick glance to show him that I’m listening. All my other spoiled bratty cousins are holding onto juice boxes and … Continue reading Village life
Why are you dreaming? What will people say? Burn away your dreams or the world will burn you away. Scorch all your wishes and lower all your skies these people will only hurt you why do you even try? Drench yourself in doubts like you always do you can move mountains but no one will … Continue reading Why are you dreaming?
I grip the knife in between my fingers as tightly as I can. My palms are so sweaty that I'm afraid the knife will slip through and clatter on the white marble floor. After every minute that passes by I rub my hands on my pants, trying to remove the moisture that's gathered on my … Continue reading The killing…
I am the taunts of failure the echoes of death I am the breaking of hope the words of a last breath I am the cruelty of fate the loss of a friend I am the road untaken the path to an end I am the days of despair the empty droughts of a desert … Continue reading Am I yours?
Period… Being a girl is hard. Having to bleed once a month is even harder. The cramps that come and tie knots in your stomach make you feel like you have daggers piercing through your skin. It’s like getting shot. The pain is so bad that you feel like your abdomen is about to rupture … Continue reading Period cramps…
