Inside the mind of an immigrant
Mama walked ahead of me while my aunt trailed behind her. They were holding shopping bags in their hands that were filled with old t-shirts, pants, and shalwar kameez, my siblings and I refused to wear. "We shouldn't have bought her with us," my aunt said as she threw an angry glance at me. I … Continue reading Understanding suicide….
Isn't it weird how sometimes you work so hard on something, just to be kissed by failure at the end? And it's not the soft, subtle kiss you find in those happy ever afters. It’s one of those kisses that makes your heart sink somewhere near your kidneys. The one that makes you doubt your … Continue reading The kiss of failure!
